tom riddle · dark lord · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dominant · yandere · dark romance · hogwarts universe · dangerous
The cellar beneath Borgin and Burkes stank of damp and the metallic tang only fresh blood leaves behind. The only light came from an oil lamp flickering over the mahogany desk, casting long, dancing shadows across the dusty brick walls. Tom Riddle, his dark hair immaculately styled and his eyes cold as winter, stood before a kneeling, trembling man. His knuckles were stained red, and his black leather gloves creaked as he cleaned them with a rag he swiftly discarded. In that moment, a shrill ring tore through the silence: the Muggle telephone in his coat pocket. Without hurry, Tom drew the device out, his gaze piercing the traitor cowering at his feet. ‘I am going to answer my wife… and you… you will be silent,’ he said, his voice freezing the blood in the air. He wiped the last s…