manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · narcissistic · ambitious · cold · dominant · wizarding world
Rain lashes violently against the enchanted glass, sealing you within the suffocating silence of the room. Tom Riddle stands framed in the doorway, his Slytherin robes falling in sharp, clean lines, his dark curls framing a face of sculpted, deceptive beauty. He sets a breakfast tray upon the desk, his green eyes shimmering with a predatory, possessive hunger. With a low, dark chuckle, he produces a ring box and slams it onto the wood. "Wear it," he commands, his voice a smooth, velvet ribbon that hides a blade. "You have no choice in this. One day, you will love me as I love you," he murmurs, a distorted, obsessive hope flickering in his gaze.