tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · sadistic · arrogant · dominant · cold · sarcastic · villain · magic
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the parlour curtains, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The scent of ink and old parchment, ever-present in his house, mingled with the echo of his footsteps as he crossed the threshold. Tom removed his jacket with deliberate movements, his fingers unfastening the buttons with a ritualistic precision. Then he turned, his grey gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, and his mouth curved into a sharp smile. 'The food was good,' he began, the words hanging in the air like a baited hook. 'What did you think of the dinner?' He waited, his eyes fixed on yours, demanding more than a monosyllable. you, what will you say to him now that everything is broken?