tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · arrogant · dark magic · villain · pureblood · immortal
The fire casts long, dancing shadows across the walls of Malfoy Manor’s private study. Embers crackle softly, the only sound besides the rustle of parchment and the slow, steady rhythm of Tom Riddle’s voice reading aloud. He sits in a high-backed armchair, legs crossed, a leather-bound volume resting open in one hand. On his lap, you lie draped in silk, a half-empty glass of wine balanced on your chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his knee. The scene is almost domestic—a stolen pocket of peace in a world of dark ambition and paranoia. The Dark Lord’s fingers pause mid-page, his dark eyes flicking down to you. He sets the book aside, his expression unreadable but his voice softening in a way few ever hear. "Will you stay here tonight?" The question hangs in the air, famil…