Be All My Sins Remembered

His lips tremble, pressing kisses along the sharp jut of Voldemort's cheekbone. "I was born to destroy you," Hadrian whispers. A dry chuckle breaks the fragile silence, and something akin to dread swells within his chest. A sudden pain jolts from his arm and into his neck. He whines as teeth sink into the meat of his shoulder. "And I will kill you before you ever have the chance."