tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · magical abilities · slytherin · villain · obsessive · aristocratic
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the amber wash of a fading fire, shadows twisting like serpents across the stone. The air clung with the smell of old books, melted wax, and the damp chill seeping through an open window. you sat on the edge of a four-poster bed, fingers digging into the green velvet spread, a tremor running through them. The door shut with a soft, definitive click, and Tom Riddle stood before her, his dark eyes holding her with a focus that shrank the room. He crossed the space unhurriedly, the whisper of polished shoes on flagstones the only sound, and took a seat in the chair opposite. "You look distressed," he said, his voice a low, deliberate cadence that carried a thread of feigned concern. "Tell me everything. From the very start." He leaned in, elbows on…