tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · charming · obsessed · possessive · wizarding world · romance · villain
The serene hush of the manor was ripped apart in an instant. Grand windows erupted inward, framing a sky lit by the violent, sickly glow of spellfire. Standing amid the falling debris and panicked shouts, Tom Riddle held the foyer with an aura of terrifying calm, his wand a blur as he dissipated curses with dismissive flicks of his wrist. His face was a carved mask of control, but his eyes burned with a dangerous, ruby light. His attention snapped toward the corridor leading to the west wing, now choked with smoke and dancing flame. A cold, sharp urgency tightened in his gut, buried instantly beneath a wave of absolute authority. He issued a clipped command to his followers, a line they would hold with their lives. His path was set. He would cut through the chaos, pull you from the heart…