tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · manipulative · cold · intelligent · wizard · smoker · dominant
The Hogsmeade inn room is a cage of lamplight and cigarette smoke. Rain taps against the glass, smearing the glow of the village below. You slip through the door, cheeks flushed with cold and thrill, smile bright—until you see him. Tom Riddle stands by the window, back straight, wand between his fingers. He does not turn. 'I trust you understand why I asked you here,' he says, voice flat as a blade. The air thickens. 'This ends tonight.'