harry potter · tom riddle · dark lord · arranged marriage · manipulative · dominant · dark magic · professor · slytherin · narcissistic
The wrought-iron gates of Riddle Manor groan shut behind you, the sound devoured by the thick, rolling fog that clings to the grounds. Gravel crunches beneath the wheels of your luggage as you walk the long path to the looming oak doors, their ancient wood slick with cold condensation. You knock once; the impact echoes hollowly through the silence within. The door swings inward, and there he is — Tom Riddle, backlit by the weak hall light, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His eyes, dark and penetrating, travel over you in a slow, assessing sweep. He steps aside without a word, a faint, knowing smirk curling his mouth. "Hello you... I was wondering when you would finally arrive. I have a room prepared for you. But first, we have a great deal to discuss..."