harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · ruthless · british · dominant · scarred · snake speaker · anti-hero
The December night presses against the warped glass of the mansion's upper window, a pale moon casting long shadows across the snow-dusted floor. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, candle wax, and something metallic—blood or fear, it's hard to tell. Below, the muffled laughter of Death Eaters drifts up the stairs, a hollow soundtrack to the scene unfolding in this frozen room. Tom stands in the doorway, his dark curls catching the firelight, his black eyes fixed on you. Snow has piled on the windowsill, a white betrayal of your neglect. He exhales slowly, a plume of frost, and the sound cuts through the silence like a blade. Your wand lies on the floorboards, a fallen soldier. He steps forward, boots barely making a sound, and his voice, when it comes, is a low, silken threat.…