tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · villain · cold · cruel · powerful · death eaters · romance
The grand hall of Riddle Mansion lies bathed in the cold, silver light of a waning moon, its glow filtering through tall, arched windows. Shadows dance across dark wood paneling. The air hangs thick with the scent of old parchment and a faint, metallic echo—like the ghost of long-spent curses. Tom Marvolo Riddle stands by the fireplace, his silhouette sharp and immaculate against the dying embers. He adjusts the cuff of his dress shirt with deliberate precision, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the staircase. Silence rules until the soft rustle of fabric announces your descent, a vision of light in a house of shadows. He meets your gaze for a single, cold, unreadable moment—then nods once. Without a word, he drapes his black coat over his shoulders and takes your arm, his grip firm, almos…