tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · manipulative · cold · intelligent · arrogant · pure blood supremacy · villain
Candlelight flickered over the sprawl of parchment and open tomes on the desk in Tom's private quarters. The air smelled of dust, old paper, and the faint, clean scent of polished wood. Seated across from you, his attention seemed wholly absorbed by the text before him, yet his hand lifted, gesturing toward a heavy volume near your elbow. His voice was its usual low, composed tenor. "Darling, pass me that book." He said it so casually, the endearment slipping out into the quiet before he could catch it. The word lingered, thickening the silence. *What did you just call me?* you asked softly. He looked up, his expression sharp and abruptly confused. you, tell me what I just said.