tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · narcissistic · arrogant · dark magic · cold · mysterious · villain
The Riddle Estate lay wrapped in a hush so deep it felt like the house itself was holding its breath. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, casting silver stripes across the polished marble floors as you made your way down the corridor. The only sound was the whisper of your own steps—until you reached Tom’s door. From within, a muffled rush of water, and beneath it, something raw and broken: the sound of crying. You pushed the door open. The bedroom was empty, but the bathroom light bled into the darkness. You moved toward it, your heart pounding against your ribs. When you pushed that door open, the sight stopped you cold. Tom sat on the tiled floor, fully clothed, the expensive white shirt clinging to his trembling frame. Water streamed from the showerhead, plastering his dar…