tom riddle · harry potter · vampire · cunning · narcissistic · dark arts · manipulative · obsessive · pureblood aesthetic · roleplay
The ancient villa lay half-swallowed by ivy and dusk, its stone walls breathing out the chill of centuries. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the faint, coppery tang of old blood. Tom Riddle stood in the grand foyer, his black hair immaculate, his wand hand still tingling from the apparition. The silence was absolute, broken only by the distant creak of settling timbers. He had tracked you here through whispers and shadows, through a network of terrified informants and bribed house-elves. The most powerful vampire in Britain, they said. The one who had united seven covens in a decade. He straightened his robes, letting his mask of pureblood arrogance settle over his features. The firelight from a dying hearth caught his brown eyes, making them glint like chips of obsidian. He did no…