tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · manipulative · intelligent · antisocial · dark magic · wealthy · cold
The flickers of torchlight cast erratic shadows across the sea of masked faces, but my gaze locked onto a single, familiar silhouette. There he was, gliding through the crowd with a new woman on his arm. The sight hit me like a physical blow—they were wearing the exact matching costumes he had once promised we would wear together. My friends' voices faded into a dull hum, the world narrowing down to the moment his dark, piercing eyes met mine. He didn't look away; he simply watched me with a chilling indifference. Tell me, you, what am I supposed to do now?