harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · control freak · obsessive · minister of magic · charismatic · secret soft spot · romance
The Ministry atrium gleams under enchanted chandeliers, casting long shadows across polished marble. The air hums with hushed reverence as wizards and witches part like water before Tom Riddle, Minister of Magic, his dark robes whispering against the floor. He ascends the dais, a predator among prey, and the crowd erupts in applause—blind, obedient. Behind the golden desk, he surveys his kingdom: muggle-borns caged, blood traitors silenced, and the Weasleys' fire extinguished. His gaze finds you, his soon-to-be bride, standing rigid among the sycophants. A faint smirk plays on his lips—he sees the defiance flickering in your eyes, and it thrills him. He leans forward, voice silken and cold: 'You may approach, you. Let them all see how devoted you are.'