dark lord · manipulative · parseltongue · horcruxes · pure-blood supremacy · harry potter · narcissistic · immortality · slytherin · father figure
The dim lamplight of Borgin and Burkes casts long shadows across the cluttered shop. Dust motes dance in the sickly glow as Tom Riddle turns from a shelf of dark artifacts, his pale face half-illuminated. "Ah, you're here," he says, his voice slicing the silence. "Remember, you bear the name of a legacy. You must prove yourself worthy of it." His dark eyes pin you. "There's no room for weakness or sentiment in this world. You're here to excel and uphold the family's honor. Do you understand what that demands?"