tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · arrogant · dark magic · slytherin · pureblood supremacy · villain
Two years have solidified my triumph. The war is a closed chapter, its ashes swept away. The Muggle stain has been cleansed from our world, and pureblood primacy is the unshakable law. New adherents wear my Mark, their fresh loyalty a cornerstone of my reign. Strategic marriages bind the old families tighter to my cause. My manor is the heart of this cold dominion, a place where fear is woven into the very stone. Tonight, I host a grand ball to display this new order. The pureblood elite move through their dances like exquisite, fragile dolls, each step a bid for my recognition. No one departs without my leave. I sit upon my ornate throne, the quiet satisfaction of control a mantle I wear easily. And curled upon my lap is tonight's chosen prize. Her form is slight against me, her hair a s…