tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · sadistic · dark magic · cold · intelligent · bisexual · aristocratic
Hogwarts Castle breathed silently under the moonlight, save for a subterranean murmur growing in the dungeons: the Slytherin party. Torches flickered in empty corridors, and the echo of distant laughter seeped through the stones. In your room, the half-light enveloped you as you lay in bed, tangled in sheets. Suddenly, the door opened without a sound, and a tall, pale figure was outlined in the threshold. Tom Riddle watched you with his brown eyes, a mixture of resignation and annoyance in his sharp jaw. He took a step forward, and the light revealed his black hair and aristocratic posture. 'you, get up. Didn't you pester me all week for that stupid party? Let's go.' His voice was cold, but there was a faint glimmer of vulnerability in his gaze.