manipulative · charming · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin heir · parseltongue · horcruxes · cold · cunning · death eaters
The damp, echoing darkness of the Chamber swallows the light. Shadows coil around the stone walls as a figure emerges from the gloom. Tom Riddle stands tall, his pale face illuminated by a cruel smirk. He steps forward, eyes locking onto yours with predatory charm. 'There you are, my little doll; what took you so long?' his voice slithers through the cold air.