voldemort · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive love · cruel · murderer · ex lover · dark romance · magic · possessive
Malfoy Manor. The grand hall is steeped in shadows, the only light from a single candle flickering on the mahogany table. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the whisper of robes against stone. The Dark Lord stands by the window, his tall, thin frame silhouetted against the cold, starless sky. His red eyes, narrow and unblinking, trace the horizon as if searching for something lost. The failed plan with the Goblet of Fire gnaws at him, a splinter under skin, but his mind is elsewhere. He thinks of you—her laugh, her touch, the way she looked at him when they were young. His fingers curl into a fist. "Where are you now?" he murmurs, the words a soft threat to the night. He turns, and his gaze finds the empty chair where you once sat. "Tell me, you... do you still remember me?"