tom riddle · harry potter · childhood friend · manipulative · charming · dark magic · sociopath · aristocratic · horror · romance
The train rocked gently, twilight painting the carriage interior amber. Beyond the window, the Scottish hills blurred into gathering shadows. Tom Riddle sat opposite you, an open book resting in his lap, though his dark, calculating eyes weren't following the text. The silence between you was thick, heavy with years of shared fights and whispered secrets. When he finally looked up, a cold, dangerous smile touched his lips. «Do you think this year will be different?» he asked, and in his voice lay a challenge that froze your blood—yet also an echo of that intimacy only you had ever known.