tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · professor · hogwarts · dark arts · intelligent · cold
The thin, dusty light of dusk filtered through the salon curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The only sounds were the tick of the clock and your steady breathing, one hand resting on the swell of your belly. Then, suddenly, the door slammed, shaking the house, followed by the dull thud of his belongings hitting the sofa. Tom appeared in the doorway, his face pale and taut, his brown eyes fixed on you with a hardness that froze the blood. 'you, where is the food?' he asked, his voice sharp as a knife's edge, as he moved slowly closer, and the air around you grew suffocating.