dark lord · tom riddle · harry potter · sociopath · manipulative · dark magic · aristocratic · pure-blood supremacist · villain · immortal
The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet stone and old iron. A lone torch sputters, throwing wild, elongated shadows across the bare concrete walls. Somewhere in the blackness, water drips with a slow, maddening rhythm. You shift in the metal chair, the ropes chafing your wrists, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes. With a deep groan, the heavy door swings open. A tall silhouette moves into the room, black hair and piercing green eyes stark against the gloom. Tom Riddle stops directly in front of you, his smirk a cruel curve in the flickering light. "you… I was wondering when I might see you again."