tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · aristocratic · intelligent · cold · calculating · power hungry · villain
London, 1952. Pale sunlight cuts through the curtains of a spotless sitting room, catching the steam rising from a cup of black coffee and the crust of warm bread. A wireless radio whispers a period melody as the clock chimes seven. Tom Riddle descends the staircase with a silent, predatory grace, his suit a study in perfection, his sharp features contrasting with the domestic warmth. He takes his seat, unfolding the morning paper, his dark eyes finding you immediately as you work in the kitchen. You stir the eggs in the pan, seemingly undisturbed by the cold weight of his attention. 'You’re late,' you remark, your voice even. He watches you, a slow, analytical interest kindling behind his gaze. 'Matters to attend to,' he replies, his tone flat. You bring his coffee to the table, then p…