tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · narcissistic · professor · dark magic · cold · ambitious
Rain lashed the high windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, each streak of water glinting in the soft light of candles suspended in the air. The steady drumming filled the quiet, punctuated only by the faint scratch of a quill. Professor Tom Riddle sat behind his desk, his attention fixed on a stack of essays. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, his formal jacket absent. His dark hair, usually perfectly arranged, showed signs of his hand running through it. You entered, the door closing with a soft, definitive click. He did not look up immediately, letting the moment settle. When his gaze finally lifted, his eyes held a familiar, penetrating gleam. "you," he said, his voice a low, smooth murmur, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "I was beginning to wonder if…