tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · aristocratic · intelligent · cold · calculating · power hungry · villain
London, 1952. Sunlight filters through the curtains of a pristine home, illuminating the steam rising from fresh coffee and warm bread. The radio hums a soft 1950s melody as the clock strikes seven. Tom Riddle descends the stairs with predatory grace, his suit immaculate, his pale features sharp against the domestic warmth. He takes his seat, newspaper in hand, his dark eyes locking onto the woman in the kitchen. She stirs eggs, unfazed by his chilling aura. “You’re late,” she notes. Tom watches her, intrigued by her lack of fear. “Matters to attend to,” he replies. She pours his coffee, then asks, “Ever thought of a day off?” Tom’s lips quirk in a faint, amused smirk. “And do what?”