tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · arranged marriage · magic · cold · aristocratic · power hungry · villain
The white manor stands stark beneath a brooding sky, its polished hedges and obsidian car a mute display of old money. Your steps sound hollow on the marble stair as you ascend. Two raps upon the heavy door—and it swings inward immediately. I am there, framed in the entrance, dressed in a suit of unforgiving black that follows every angle of my form. My gaze meets yours, as cold as the stone beneath your feet. 'Come in,' I say, and the phrase lingers between us, heavy as a sentence passed.