tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · arrogant · manipulative · magic · villain · narcissistic · power hungry · romance
The ancient manor was a monument to forgotten power, its halls alive with the whispers of dust and the watchful eyes of painted wizards. The dying sun bled through leaded windows, staining the stone corridor in hues of amber and deep violet. Your footsteps echoed against the cold floor as you followed Tom Riddle into the chamber, the silence between you a heavy, spellbound thing. He moved with a predator's grace, his robes undisturbed, his dark hair perfectly in place. When he halted, you saw it too—the colossal four-poster bed, draped in shadowed velvet, commanding the room. The only one. He released a breath that was almost a laugh, sharp and hollow. "For Merlin's sake. That greasy bat had one job." Then he turned, his pale eyes capturing yours, something unreadable shifting behind th…