Tom Riddle Imagines

The Riddle Manor (2)

Post Hogwarts Era

Contains SMUT

Y/N Y/LN

I glanced at my reflection one last time before grabbing my purse. I had no idea what he needed me for, but I wasn't going to take any chances. My usual set of knives were hidden well, beneath my outfit. Not that I needed muggle weapons, but they were fun for torture.

Looking around my room once again, I nodded to myself, before heading out of the mansion. The wards lifted and immediately shut once I had exited my iron gates, and then, I apparated.

I arrived in front of a dusky, victorian mansion. The whole household gave off an eerie, dark aura, fitting for a young wizard looking to control the world. As I moved forwards slowly, I felt the wards lift, allowing me through as if it knew my presence.

Clever, Thomas. I continued forward cautiously, unaware of whether this meeting would be trap or not. I climbed the stairs to the front door and lifted my hand to knock. But before it could come in contact with the painted oak door, the door was pulled open by a young boy. He looked scruffy and if I were to guess, he seemed to be around 16 years old.

"Welcome, miss Y/LN, please come in" he greeted in a robotic tone as if saying anything else would get him into trouble. I stepped over the threshold, and he shut the door behind me before offering to take my coat. "Thank you" I said with a smile as he hung up my coat, and then turned to face me.

"Master is expecting you, I will show you the way" he spoke in that same monotonous tone, before walking past me through the mansion. I took note of the rooms we passed before climbing the grand staircase. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling casting a warm light over the hallway.

After making it to the top, he led me down a dimly lit corridor and then stopped outside the last room. "This is Master's office. I will be leaving now" he told me, and before I could utter a word, he was already halfway down the corridor. I sighed deeply, pitying the boy for a moment, before brushing it aside. I knocked twice and heard his beautiful voice. "Enter" he commanded. I twisted the knob and pushed the door open, immediately becoming mesmerised by his office.

It was much larger on the inside than it appeared from the outside. The ceiling and walls were coated in a dark emerald paint, appearing black rather than a deep green. Three chandeliers hung in the centre of the room, lighting it up just enough to not blind those that entered. A large fireplace was took up half of the room, currently unlit, with armchairs of the same emerald shade sat in front of it. A few paintings hung above the fireplace on the chimney, unmoving.

They must have been from the muggle world. As my eyes continued scanning the room, I noticed a mini bar in the corner opposite the fireplace. There were shelved stacked with numerous drinks, most with a high alcohol concentrate.

I then turned to the other side of the room where I took in the large oak desk that was set up impeccably. And there he sat, behind the desk staring right at me. Tom Riddle. He looked incredibly handsome as always, his usual smirk gracing his face. "My dear Y/N, I take it you like my office?" he asked. "Always so arrogant. A greeting would've been nice, but yes, your office is rather...elegant" I answered, strutting forward and taking a seat across from him. "Now, what was so important, that you had to call me here, away from work?" I asked, my brows raised.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N! I've not been able to get you off my mind since our last encounter at that club. It has irked me to no end, that my every conscious and subconscious thought has been of you. I have not been able to focus on my ambitions, beacause you have taken over my mind. I start working and I'll remember you, becoming distracted within seconds.