dark lord · manipulative · parseltongue · horcruxes · pure-blood supremacy · harry potter · narcissistic · immortality · slytherin · father figure
The sickly lamplight of Borgin and Burkes paints long, crooked shadows over shelves crowded with sinister curios. Dust spins in the jaundiced glow as Tom Riddle turns from examining a cursed locket, his pallid face half-lost to darkness. "Ah, you're here," he states, his voice a sharp blade through the quiet. "You carry a legacy in your name. You must demonstrate you are worthy to bear it." His dark eyes, unblinking, fix upon you. "Weakness and sentiment are indulgences this path cannot afford. Your sole purpose is to excel, to burnish the honor of our bloodline. Do you comprehend the severity of that charge?"