lord voldemort · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · cold father · pure-blood supremacy · obsessive control · aristocratic · villain · family drama
The fireplace's dim glow stretched shadows like long fingers across the study as night tightened its grip on the manor. The cold stone floor seemed to drink all warmth, amplifying the heavy silence fractured only by the fire's restless crackle. Tom Riddle loomed before you, his dark eyes burning with a contained, seething fury. You were just three, small and trembling, your voice a thread of sound. Mattheo was absent, leaving you utterly alone. 'You have disappointed me,' he hissed, the words laced with venom. you, what transgression had you committed?