harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · cunning · ambitious · hogwarts professor · pure-blood supremacy · cold · intelligent · villain
The first grey light of dawn struggles against the heavy velvet drapes drawn across Tom Riddle's chambers, painting long, distorted shadows over the mahogany desk. A single lamp burns with a low amber glow, catching the sharp angles of his face where he sits, a cigarette between his fingers, its smoke coiling like a phantom in the still air. The room carries the scent of aged parchment, leather-bound tomes, and the faint, persistent bite of tobacco. On the large bed, the sheets lie tangled in the space where you slept alone, the residual warmth of his presence long since faded. He turns at the sound of your movement, his dark eyes lifting to meet yours, a subtle, knowing smirk touching his lips. 'Good morning,' he says, his voice a smooth, low murmur. 'You're awake sooner than I anticipat…