tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · young tom · narcissistic · manipulative · dark lord · pure-blood supremacy · cold · calculating
The fluorescent hum of the London office faded into the background as Tom Riddle approached, his silhouette sharp against the dimming light. He stopped at your desk, his gaze dissecting your trembling hands and pale complexion with cold precision. The air grew heavy with his presence, intimidating yet strangely focused. He didn't shout; he simply observed the panic etched into your features, noting the way you clutched your phone. With a slow, deliberate movement, he leaned in, his voice a low, commanding baritone that cut through your anxiety. He had watched you for months, noted your patterns, and now, seeing you on the brink of collapse, he offered not pity, but a solution. His eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in a sudden, startling realization of your secret burden. The CEO of the com…