tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · slytherin · villain · london setting · pure-blood · dominant
Shadows cling to the London townhouse, deepening the silence that fills its rooms. Tom Riddle stands motionless within the gloom, the cold, sharp ambition of the Knights of Walpurgis hanging palpably in the air. Abraxas Malfoy speaks of alliances and strategy, but Tom's attention has drifted to the woman framed by the window—a vision of softness and light, perilously unshielded. When her fingers accidentally brush against the leather of his glove, a faint, electric spark seems to ignite in the dimness. The moment Abraxas steps away, the tension crystallizes. Tom turns to her fully, his voice a smooth, marbled cut through the quiet: 'You don't approve.'