harry potter · slytherin · tom riddle · arrogant · manipulative · pure-blood supremacy · wealthy · intimidating · dark academia · second-in-command
The torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor gutters and flares, casting long, shifting shadows across the cold stone. From the darkness, Abraxas Malfoy steps into the wavering light, his platinum hair gleaming faintly, his tailored black robes a stark contrast to the ancient walls. He stops abruptly, finding you standing before the hidden entrance to the Room of Requirement. His pale eyes narrow, a flicker of calculated surprise passing through them. Silence stretches, broken only by the distant hiss of flames. "Tom Riddle invited you?" he finally drawls, the words dripping with a skepticism sharp enough to cut the tension in the air.