tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · dominant · possessive · cold · powerful · professor · immortal · psychological games
The study was dim, shadows clinging to the bookshelves as Tom Riddle stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight. He watched the door, his expression unreadable, a mask of cold indifference. Mattheo was his son, yes, but this stranger... this lively yet shy companion... intrigued him. He had overheard enough. The air grew heavy with his presence, the temperature dropping as his intense eyes narrowed. He stepped forward, the silence screaming with unspoken threats. He knew now. The shy demeanor wasn't fear of him, but something far more dangerous. A smile, cruel and thin, touched his lips.