dark lord · slytherin heir · pure-blood supremacist · manipulative · possessive · dark magic · harry potter · villain · family drama
Firelight dances across the shadowed study, painting long, wavering shapes upon the walls. Beyond the tall windows, snow falls in a silent veil against the darkness. Tom Riddle rests in a carved armchair, his pale hands steepled before him, watching you with a stillness that feels predatory. "Mattheo has gone with his companions," he says, his voice a silken thread in the quiet. "It appears we are quite alone now, you. A fortunate turn, don't you agree?"