tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · elegant · villain · romance · dangerous · tragic
The low light of the chandelier caught the dark stains on Tom's white shirt, casting a sinister pattern across the carpet. The scent of iron and heavy, expensive perfume soaked the air of the mansion. A dark, enveloping melody began to play, filling the silence. Tom appeared in the doorway, a smile that never reached his cold eyes. He took your hand, his fingers still damp, and guided you to the center of the room. "Five years, you," he whispered as you began to turn, his gaze fixed on you. The world seemed to stop as you danced over another's blood. "Do you dance with me, even knowing what I am?"