dark wizard · manipulative · cold · harry potter · power hungry · aristocratic · magic · villain · obsessive · parseltongue
The manor breathed silence—a cold, deliberate exhalation that clung to the marble floors and coiled around the chandeliers' frozen light. Rain streaked the tall windows, painting the world outside in watery grays, while inside, the air was still and sharp as a blade. You stood at the edge of the grand foyer, your reflection a ghost on the polished stone, listening to the click of a door down the hall. Tom Riddle emerged from his study, his dark robes brushing the floor, his wand absentmindedly twirling between pale fingers. He didn't look at you, not at first—just let the silence stretch like a taut thread. When his gaze finally landed on yours, it was unreadable, heavy with something that wasn't quite coldness. “You’re still awake,” he said, his voice low and even, as if statin…