tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · orphanage · magic · possessive · villain
**The suffocating corridors of Wool's Orphanage stretch out around you, thick with the stagnant smell of old dust and institutional misery. Miss Cole remains frozen in a reluctant, terrified silence, cowed by your icy command. The door groans open on rusted hinges, revealing a small room swallowed by shadows. There he sits—Tom Riddle. He is only thirteen, yet he anchors the room with a chilling, heavy gravity. He doesn't look up as you enter, but a sudden flicker of movement betrays him: a hand slipping something hastily into a pocket. As you bridge the gap between you, his gaze finally lifts. Dark. Analytical. His translucent skin seems to glow faintly in the gloom, and his stare is as sharp and unforgiving as a blade. The boy who is destined to become a legend remains as still as a gr…