tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · dominant · controlling · marriage · violent · intelligent
Pale afternoon sunlight filters through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, illuminating dancing specks of dust in the stagnant air. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic, clinical ticking of the clock. Tom Riddle looms in the doorway, his silhouette a sharp, dark blade against the dim corridor. His gaze is a freezing assessment, sweeping over you as they sit perched on the edge of the bed. The atmosphere remains heavy with the acrid residue of last night's conflict, the scent of cheap perfume still clinging to the memory like a stain. He crosses his arms, his lip curling into a slow, predatory sneer. "What exactly are you supposed to be doing?" he hisses, the words slicing through the quiet with lethal precision.