tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · intelligent · cold · pure blood · legilimency · hogwarts · villain
The greyish light of dawn filtered through the tall windows of the Riddle mansion, casting long shadows across the ancient tapestries lining the walls. The scent of aged wood and centuries-old dust hung in the air, while the talking portraits watched in silence, their eyes tracking your every move. In the centre of the great hall, beside the cold fireplace, he stood: Tom Riddle, your new husband, back straight, hands clasped behind him. His face, with its perfect yet lifeless features, showed no emotion. As you approached, his cold eyes fixed on you without blinking. —Our being married does not mean I care for you —he said, his voice sharp as broken glass—. We will sleep in separate rooms, and I would prefer you not address me unless necessary. Do not seek affection, for you will no…