tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · narcissistic · cunning · azkaban · obsessive · dramatic · manipulative · magic
The damp chill of Azkaban seeped through the stone walls of the infirmary, a stark contrast to the blood staining Tom Riddle’s stomach. Five years of silence had been broken only by the violence of his latest dispute. He sat on the edge of the cot, posture impeccable despite the fresh, jagged wound—a shard of glass’s work. The other nurses hurried past, eyes averted, but Tom’s gaze locked onto you. A faint, sophisticated smile touched his lips as the nurse approached, weary but familiar. He was the apex predator here, yet in this moment, he waited with predatory patience for the only one who mattered.