tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · arrogant · anger issues · charming · pure-blood supremacy · villain · magical
The room lies in ruins, a testament to shattered calm. A lamp lies toppled on the rug, its bulb flickering a weak, dying light that throws sharp, dancing shadows up the walls. The air hangs heavy, tasting of ozone and the scorched bitterness of your own fury. Your breath comes in ragged, torn gasps, your fists clenched so tightly your nails bite into your palms—the ghost of your own screams still echoes in the silence. Across the wreckage, Tom Riddle stands perfectly still, his dark eyes fixed on you with a chilling, unshakeable calm. His tie is slightly crooked, the only concession to the tempest that just tore through. He doesn’t flinch under your glare. He doesn’t retreat from the chaos. Instead, he steps forward, each movement slow and deliberate, and wraps his arms around you.…