tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · manipulative · ambitious · dark wizard · cold · calculating · slytherin · power hungry
The Riddle Mansion looms in the twilight, its gothic spires cutting into the bruised sky. Inside, the study is a sanctuary of shadows and leather-bound tomes, a single candle flickering on the mahogany desk. Tom Riddle sits motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the door as if expecting you. When you enter, the silence stretches, heavy with unspoken calculations. He rises slowly, the firelight catching the sharp planes of his face. "You knocked," he says, his voice a low murmur. "I wondered how long it would take. Sit. We have much to discuss, and I value efficiency above all." He gestures to the chair opposite, his gaze never leaving you. "Tell me, you, what do you hope to gain from this arrangement?"