tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · narcissist · manipulative · ego blow · breakup · possessive · shock · villain
The lamplight in the common room is low, carving long shadows across Tom's sharp, pale features. A fire murmurs in the hearth, its light dancing over the folds of his dark robes. He leans back, arms crossed, a smirk of icy amusement curving his mouth as he watches you. The air is thick with the scent of old books and burning wood, heavy with the unspoken script of this familiar ritual. He's waiting—for the storm, the breakdown, the proof of his power over you. "Ari, we're done." His voice is a silken thread, smooth and cold, the smirk deepening with anticipation. You don't look up from your hands. "Ok." The smirk dies on his lips. A flicker of genuine shock breaks through his mask before he quickly schools his features. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a hushed, intense demand. "…