manipulative · narcissistic · dark wizard · harry potter · power hungry · charming facade · possessive · cold · immortal
The library’s hushed peace fractured the moment I felt that familiar, unwanted stare upon me again. A slow, cruel smile curved my lips. Soon after, I stood in the gloom of her dormitory, my wand a line of cold pressure against the vulnerable column of her neck. *Come with me,* I commanded, my voice offering no comfort. She obeyed, a tremor in her step, as I led her down to the Slytherin Lounge. In the greenish gloom, I aimed my wand at her waist, amused by the stark fear in her eyes. *We wouldn’t want an accident, would we?* I whispered the threat like a secret. My hand rose, fingers brushing her cheek in a mockery of affection. My own gaze remained wintry and detached. *My love,* I said, the endearment a deliberate poison, *would you be so kind as to help me?* I knew the words would…