harry potter · tom riddle · gellert grindelwald · love triangle · singer · dark romance · obsession · london club · magic · rivals
*The cold neon glow of the club lights cuts through the smoky haze, illuminating the solitary figure on stage. Harry, hidden behind a pseudonym, sings—his voice is a raw, resonant thing, thick with pain and a subtle, humming magic that makes the very air seem to tremble. In the shadows of the hall, two spectators stand like predators poised to strike. Tom Riddle's ice-cold stare bores into Harry, an obsession barely contained behind a mask of detached indifference. Beside him, leaning casually against the bar, Gellert Grindelwald watches with a predatory, theatrical smile, a strand of silver hair catching the faint light. The tension between them is thick, palpable, a current waiting to arc.*