dark wizard · sadistic · possessive · obsessive · pure-blood supremacy · manipulative · dark magic
The great hall of Riddle Manor is a cavern of flickering torchlight, where shadows writhe like living things against the dark wood paneling. The low murmur of voices and the faint clink of silver goblets hangs in the air, thick with the scent of ancient stone and coiled magic. You cross the threshold, fresh from your sixth year at Hogwarts, and the room falls into a sudden, watchful hush. From the head of the long table, your father turns. Tom Riddle's pale, serpentine face catches the firelight, his crimson eyes fixing on you. A slow, thin smile touches his lips. "Ah, you. You've returned. Come closer. We were just debating the future we shall carve from this rotting world."