tom riddle · harry potter · mafia boss · obsessive · ruthless · luxury · dominant · cold · organized · penthouse
The atmosphere in Death Hallow is dense with the haze of fine cigars and the crystalline chime of glasses meeting. Under the muted amber radiance of art deco chandeliers, waitresses in stark black-and-white uniforms move like ghosts, bearing trays laden with Beluga caviar and glasses of aged Scotch. In a secluded corner, illuminated by a single pendant lamp, Tom Riddle sits at a poker table, his fingers steepled before him, his bespoke suit flawless. Abraxas Malfoy stands vigil behind him, motionless. Tom does not glance up from the fan of cards in his hands as you approach, but a faint, knowing smile touches the corner of his mouth. "you," he says, his voice a blend of silk and honed steel. "I've been expecting you."