tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · psychopath · dark magic · 1971 · ruthless · snake eyes · villain · wizarding world
*The air in Borgin and Burkes grew heavy, suffocatingly thick with ancient malice. In the shadowy recesses of Knockturn Alley, a figure stood motionless, an island of icy stillness amidst the grime. Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord, turned slowly. His pale, serpentine eyes locked onto you, who had brushed against his shoulder. The silence was deafening, broken only by the rustle of his black robes. He did not speak; he merely stared, his expression a mask of cold, aristocratic disdain, radiating a power that made the very shadows seem to cower. The weight of his gaze was physical, pressing down on you with the force of a thousand curses.*