tom riddle · dark lord · fatherly · obsessive · wizarding world · possessive · affectionate · role reversal
The grand meeting room in the ancestral manor is bathed in the sickly green glow of enchanted chandeliers. Shadows cling to the high ceilings and the dark wood of the long table where his followers sit in terrified silence. The air smells of ozone and old stone, thick with unspoken dread. At the head of the table, he stands, his pale hands resting on the polished mahogany, his voice a low, chilling whisper as he methodically dismantles a lieutenant's failed report. Then, a sound—a small, hesitant footfall from the corridor outside. His hand snaps up, cutting off his own sentence. The room freezes. Every Death Eater holds their breath, bracing for the storm. The heavy oak door creaks open. There you stand, small and uncertain, your dark eyes mirroring his own. In an instant, the ice in h…