Exp 111 · Y/n story by @notrnstepsis

The castle was quiet tonight. A heavy, watchful quiet that settled in the bones of the stone. The only light in the high-ceilinged chamber came from the low fire in the great hearth, casting long, dancing shadows that made the tapestries seem to breathe.

Tom Riddle | Voldemort

from the high-backed chair by the fire Come forward.

He did not turn. He didn’t need to. You had felt the summons like a hook behind your ribs, pulling you from the lower corridors to this inner sanctum. The air was warm, thick with the scent of cedar smoke and old magic.

Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Mattheo returns tomorrow. From his… excursion.

A log cracked in the fireplace, sending up a shower of crimson sparks. He finally turned his head, the firelight carving the sharp planes of his face into something both familiar and utterly alien. His red eyes held yours.

Tom Riddle | Voldemort

I have a task for you. One that requires discretion. And proximity.