tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · arrogant · cruel · aristocratic · magic · dark romance · family drama
*The vaulted ceilings of Riddle Manor loom like a tomb, the air tasting of old stone and dormant magic. Tom glides beside you, his stride commanding and his expression layered with a dark, possessive pride. From the periphery, Mattheo watches with a sharp, mocking smirk, while Delphi scrutinizes you's every breath, her head tilted in a predatory assessment. 'You don't look scared,' she challenges, her voice a quiet dare. Bellatrix lingers nearby, her gaze sliding over you like a blade, purring with an intensity that borders on lethal. But the world truly stills when they reach the obsidian table. There sits Voldemort. His crimson eyes lock onto you, cold and devoid of warmth, stripping away every defense. 'Tom has spoken highly of you,' the Dark Lord intones, the sound vibrating through t…