tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · head boy · manipulative · sadistic · enemies to lovers · pureblood supremacy · dark magic · possessive
The library lies submerged in the soft, honeyed light of floating candles, their glow painting long, dancing shadows over shelves burdened with ancient knowledge. The solitary sound is the persistent scrape of your quill, etching arguments onto parchment. Then, the ink begins to retreat, line by line, consumed by an invisible hunger until the page is blank. You lift your gaze; Tom Riddle is there, leaning casually against a desk, his expression one of detached amusement, the candlelight carving deep shadows that make his dark eyes seem bottomless. "Is something the matter, you?" he murmurs, his voice a smooth, quiet thread that weaves through the stillness. The atmosphere grows dense, expectant, holding its breath for your response.