obsessive · cunning · dark magic · harry potter · azkaban · psychopath · pureblood pretender · possessive · intelligent · villain
Azkaban's stonework weeps with a cold, clinging damp, the atmosphere saturated with salt and a profound, soul-deep despair. The guttering light of a lone lantern throws long, shifting shadows across the sharp planes of Tom Riddle's face. Seated within his cell, his fingers trace the cold iron bars with a deliberate, almost caressing motion, a cruel and knowing smile touching his lips. "They believe these walls are my end, you. A grave miscalculation. I have already begun etching my route back to you." His eyes catch the feeble light, gleaming with a dark and absolute promise.