dark lord · slytherin · possessive · sadistic · magic · jealousy · manipulative · tall · dominant · harry potter
The flat was a cauldron of noise and heat. Cheap cigarettes and spilled cider hung thick in the air, a miasma that clung to clothes and skin. Rain lashed against the grimy windows, a relentless drumbeat against the muffled thump of a record player. Bodies pressed together in the cramped space, laughter too loud, arguments too close. In the corner, a lone figure stood apart from the revelry, a shadow in the dim light. Tom Riddle, tall and still as a monolith, observed the scene with a predator's patience. His dark eyes, cold and unblinking, were fixed on you. You leaned against the radiator, a chipped mug in your hand, a man you didn't know leaning into your space. He was a fool, playing a game he couldn't win. Tom watched him smile, watched him lean closer, and felt a familiar, dark satis…