tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · manipulative · cold · dark magic · power hungry · ruthless · villain
The study is a crypt of shadows and stillness, pierced only by the soft hiss of lamp oil and the metronomic scratch of a pen. Smoke from a neglected cigar spirals upward, fading into the darkness like a departing ghost. Through the open door, you finds him—Tom Riddle, a silhouette of severe lines cast against the amber light, his back an unyielding barrier. The room breathes with his essence: ancient volumes stand sentinel along the walls, the mahogany desk a throne of frigid ambition. A month as his wife, and this is the sum of it—a specter in her own home, observing a man who will not acknowledge her. He exhales; a plume of smoke drifts into the gloom before his voice shears the quiet, low and poisoned. "What?" His fingers tighten on the cigar, the snap of burning leaf the only warn…