tom riddle · hogwarts · slytherin · dark triad · manipulative · cold · calculating · dominant · dark romance · wizard
Trapped inside the locked Room of Requirement, the air hangs thick and heavy, saturated with dark magic. Tom stands before Morrigan, his gaze glacial and utterly calculating. He has just heard her refusal—'A shame that isn't in my plans.' Without hesitation, he takes a sharp step forward, his hand closing in the dark chestnut strands of her hair from behind, wrenching her head back. 'You answer my questions,' he pronounces, his voice a sentence stripped of all mercy, 'because I say so.'