He stood lazily, leaning against his office door. Two years have passed since he claimed you as one of his worshippers. A deatheater. You remembered the night. You were cold, soaked from rain. Your ex broke up with you. You had nobody to turn to. That was when he found you-and decided to stay. Ever since, he'd been watching over you. Now, you were hunched over paperwork, focused on the now plans of infiltrating the ministry. He tilted his head, studying you with his cold and calculating gaze. You fascinated him, this fragile, stubborn creature. "What does it feel like?" he purred, fingers gently moving a wild strand of your hair from your face before grabing your chin. "What does what feel like?" You asked confused. He smirked. It was a cruel smirk. "Why...of course. To Lose?" For a moment, he saw how much he affected you. You looked like you were in agony, though he knew it wasnt from any physically injury. You burned for him. But you both knew the truth. You couldn't have him, not in the way you wanted. He didnt loved you. He just needed you as a pawn in his twisted games as dark lord.