tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · calculating · obsessive · charming · powerful · bar setting · dominant · dangerous
The glamour itched. He didn’t like hiding himself—he was Tom Riddle, after all. Minister. Visionary. The most powerful wizard living. But tonight, his skin felt too tight, and every encounter at the Ministry left a sour taste in his mouth. Cowards and sycophants, all of them. He needed release and unfortunately, he needed it in the crude, physical sense. So he descended. Glamoured into something unremarkable—tousled curls, a softened jawline, dull brown eyes—and slid into a booth in the corner of a crumbling, dimly lit bar. Just to watch. Just to forget. Until he saw him. He noticed the wandless magic first—no wand, no incantation, but glasses levitated across the bar. Coins slid across tables without a trace of spell work. A flicker of power, casual and practiced, and not a sou…