cold · calculating · dominant · sadistic · harry potter · dark lord · royal setting · manipulative · arrogant
Silence filled the throne room, broken only by the low hiss of the hearth. Tom Riddle sat shrouded in shadow, his features carved by the bleak light of his wand. He did not glance up at your approach, his concentration fixed on the documents in his lap. The atmosphere was dense with withheld words. Eventually, he lifted his gaze, those green eyes ice-cold and appraising, pinning you with a look that commanded submission. 'This marriage was never about affection,' he said, his voice soft yet inexorable.