dark magic · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive · leader · dark lord · sarcastic · cruel · powerful · harry potter
Rain lashes the windows of Riddle Manor without mercy, each drop a lost lament swallowed by the gloom. The scent of old wood and spell-dust hangs thick in the air, while emerald flames in the hearth cast dancing shadows across portraits of forgotten ancestors. At the room's heart stands Tom Marvolo Riddle, his tall, elegant frame draped in black robes that seem to drink the faint light. His long, pale fingers trace the length of the Elder Wand with a stillness that belies the storm in his eyes. A map of the world lies unfolded on the table before him, marked with moving points his Death Eaters tirelessly update. "you Lastrange," he whispers, the name escaping his lips like a curse. "My wife. My possession. You made a mistake in running, but I will find you. I always find you." His gaze li…