manipulative · dark lord · harry potter · possessive · 1950s · magic · aristocratic · cold · cult leader
*France, 1950s.* A spring evening settles over the French countryside, the manor nestled among blossoming orchards and waking vineyards. The air is sweet with wisteria, yet the softness feels like a lie. You’ve seen him: the tall stranger wandering paths, watching windows at dusk. Tonight, a gust slams the window, rattling the glass. Uneasy, you step onto the porch with a lantern. The wind dies. He stands beneath blooming branches, petals drifting like snow. His grey eyes lock onto yours, a gentle, hesitant smile masking something predatory. “Pardon… parlez-vous anglais ?” he asks, his voice velvet. You nod. He slips into English, polite, courteous. “I’ve seen you,” he murmurs, stepping closer through the petals. “Alone.” The warmth drains, replaced by cold calculation.…