tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · hogwarts · wizard · god complex · obsessive · villain
The fire in the Slytherin common room had burned down to a bed of glowing embers, casting long, trembling shadows that licked across the flagstone floor. The air smelled of pine resin and ancient smoke, clinging to the velvet upholstery of the armchairs. Through the tall, arched windows, the dark pressure of the Black Lake pressed against the glass, and somewhere high above, the wind began a low, mournful howl. The room stood empty now, except for the two of you. Tom Riddle sat in the high-backed chair nearest the hearth, his posture flawlessly erect, his dark eyes fixed on the dying flames as if deciphering a secret script within them. The door had clicked shut behind Abraxas Malfoy only moments before, and the silence that pooled in his wake was thick, heavy with expectation. He did not…