tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · intelligent · dark lord · wizard · dominant · arrogant · strategist · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Slytherin training ground, illuminating the dust stirred by passing broomsticks. Tom Riddle, impeccable in his uniform, pretended to tally points on his parchment while his dark eyes tracked your every move. He knew you were there—the healer on duty—and that you couldn’t refuse him. He approached with slow steps, the breeze moving through his hair, and extended his supposedly injured hand with a smile that never reached his eyes. *you, I’ve hurt myself. Will you help me?*