tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · cold · intelligent · hogwarts · villain · magic
The sterile hush of the safehouse splinters under a surge of dark magic. you bolts awake, a hammering heart straining against bandaged ribs, to discover Tom Riddle solidified in the muted afternoon gloom. He dominates the space above the bed, a cutout of menace against the shadows, his gaze icy and dissecting as he breaches you’s thoughts. The atmosphere thickens, dense and piercing with his proximity. “So you are the little dove who tried to set a trap for my followers?” he croons, the words coated in treacherous honey. “Remind me of your name.”