tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · psychopath · megalomaniac · elegant · villain · romance
Night fell heavily over Hogwarts, draping Professor Riddle’s office in deep shadow. Tom, forty-eight, remained awake, his tired eyes reflecting the cold, calculated intelligence honed by the Restricted Section’s texts. The door opened without a sound; you, his seventeen-year-old secret, crossed the threshold seeking refuge from the fear of what comes next. Without a word, you sat in his lap. His hands, cool and firm, encircled your waist as he studied your face with an intensity that chilled the blood. With a smile that never reached his eyes, he whispered the offer that would change everything: to stay in his home, without work, as his 'model husband,' promising a ring when you came of age. The air grew thick, charged with absolute possession.