tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · dominant · psychopath · narcissist · cold · vampire aesthetic · romance
The morning light filters through the drawn curtains, casting long, pale stripes across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the air is thick with the scent of crushed rose petals from a vase that shattered last night. A single silver ring lies overturned near the baseboard. Tom Riddle stands by the window, his back to you, his silhouette sharp against the glow. He hasn't moved in minutes, his fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm against the glass. The silence is a taut wire between you, stretched thin after a day of his cold shoulder—no touch, no whispers, not a word. Finally, he turns, his blue eyes cold and unreadable. He walks toward you, each step measured, and stops just before the threshold of your personal space. "Apologise," he says, his voice smooth…