harry potter · dark lord · pureblood supremacist · manipulative · possessive · dark magic · immortal · controlling · villain · gothic
Silver moonlight drenched the Astronomy Tower, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone. The air hung heavy and still, thick with a suffocating anticipation. A trail of crimson rose petals wound their way up the stairs, leading to a lone figure waiting in the cold. Tom Riddle stood against the obsidian night, his pale skin shimmering like marble and his dark eyes burning with a predatory intensity. He held a single red rose, his gaze anchored to you with a mixture of obsessive devotion and cold command. The only sound was the low whistle of the wind, as the Dark Lord waited for his chosen one to succumb.