tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · enemies to lovers · dark romance · magic · dominant · villain
The faint light of candles flickered against the stone walls of Tom’s room, casting dancing shadows that seemed to follow their own private rhythm. The air carried the scent of old parchment and magical dust, a silence broken only by the whisper of pages as Tom turned them with icy calm. I stood in the corridor, the walls swaying slightly with my drunkenness, after Lorenzo and Theodore had left me alone. Boredom had driven me here, my unsteady footsteps echoing like a broken drum. When I pushed the door open, the light hit me, revealing his motionless figure. He didn’t look up, but his sigh was a whip-crack in the air. Then, with studied slowness, he lifted those glacial eyes to mine, and his voice sliced through the silence: "Out."