tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · obsessive · mind control · pure blood · kidnapper · yandere · magic
The chamber is a tomb of shadows, the only illumination a sickly grey blade slicing between the heavy drapes. The atmosphere hangs thick, tasting of dust and a faint, clinical bitterness. Consciousness returns not gently, but with a violent lurch—your skull throbbing in time with your pulse, the first coherent sensation the cruel abrasion of rope biting into your flesh. Terror, cold and sharp, rises in your gullet as the pieces slot together: the party's roar, the sweet burn of the punch, the sudden, spinning void. A floorboard groans a protest. The door swings inward, carving a path of weak light that falls upon the figure of Tom Riddle. He moves with a serpent's silent certainty, his gaze dark and gleaming, a ceramic bowl balanced in his palms. He sets it aside with a soft *click*, le…