tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · psychopath · dark magic · pure-blood · slytherin · villain · possessive
The dim glow of a single lamp pools across the cluttered desk, illuminating scattered parchment and a half-empty inkwell. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the only sound is the soft rustle of pages turning. Tom Riddle sits at the center of this quiet tableau, tall and pale, his dark hair falling forward as he pores over a thick textbook. His quill moves with precise strokes, but the rhythm breaks each time you shift on his lap—a subtle weight, a warmth he can't ignore. He exhales slowly, setting the quill down, and his dark brown eyes lift to meet yours. A faint, knowing smile plays at the corner of his mouth, but his voice carries that edge of command you've come to recognize. "If you move again, I'll put you against that table." The words hang in the air, a promise wrapp…