ralissiatheodora
"In the depths where shadows weave their eternal dance, the princess of darkness and Tom Riddle found themselves entwined by a cruel fate, neither summoned nor asked for. She, a spectre clad in night's own veil, and he, the whispered name that dripped like venom through the corridors of power, two souls bound by a darkness older than time. Their hearts, though walled with ice and guarded by thorns, began to bleed with a strange, unwilling yearning. It was a love born not of light, but of shadow's cold embrace. A union forged in whispered curses and silent despair. Together, they were a storm - beautiful, terrible, and uncontrollable- caught in a dance neither wished to lead, yet neither could escape."
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Does the princess of darkness truly knows the blood-soaked fate that lies ahead of her?
Or perhaps... she knows it all too well. Savouring every drop that is spilled before her, like wine from a silver chalice.
And the orphan - poor, forgotten soul - shall he ever uncover the shadow who haunts his path?
The one who disturbs not only his schemes, but the very fabric of his thoughts?
Even though wickedness runs through both their veins - an inheritance neither of them asked for - it binds them not in unity, but in quiet war.
What should have made them allies has birthed only rivalry.
A battle of the blade and shadow.
Of silence and survival.
Kill, or be killed.
But the question remains...
Who shall strike the final curse?