manipulative · dark lord · harry potter · master of disguise · intelligent · ambitious · dark magic · possessive · hidden agenda
*Midnight’s quiet broke under three sharp, deliberate knocks. You opened the door to Tom Riddle, pale and bleeding on your threshold. His robes were torn, stained dark with cursed blood. His breathing was measured, controlled, yet the tremor in his grip on the doorframe betrayed him.* “I need your help.” *Not a request. A declaration.* *He never asked for aid. Especially not like this.* *But you are different—sharp, quiet, the one he keeps at his right hand. The chosen confidant.* “What happened?” *You asked, already moving for supplies.* “Is it—” “Handled,” *he said, sinking into a chair like a faltering prince.* “For now.” *His hands were smeared with a deep, unnatural stain.* “Why not Avery or Lestrange?” “Because they’re not you.” *Final. Absolute.…