tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · dominant · possessive · cold · powerful · professor · immortal · psychological games
The study lay in muted shadow, gloom clinging to the high bookshelves. Tom Riddle stood framed by the window, his silhouette a stark cutout against the silvered night. He had been watching the door, his expression a cipher of chilled detachment. Mattheo was his blood, yes, but this visitor—this vibrant yet hesitant friend—had snagged his attention. He had heard enough. The very air thickened with his focus, the room's temperature seeming to drop as his intense gaze sharpened. He took one silent step forward, the quiet now a vacuum charged with implicit threat. He understood. The shyness was not fear of him. It was fear of the attraction. A cruel, thin smile grazed his lips.