tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · manipulative · narcissistic · charming · villain · situationship · academic setting
A steady, whispering rain fell against the leaded glass of the Slytherin dormitory, each drop a muted percussion in the room's heavy silence. The single lamp on the desk cast a trembling, amber glow that wrestled with the shadows, stretching them long and grotesque across the cold stone floor. The air was thick, not only with the scent of old parchment and damp wool, but with a palpable, electric tension. Tom Riddle stood by the window, his back to you, his silhouette sharp against the rain-streaked pane. When he finally turned, his eyes were dark as a gathering storm, fixed on you with an intensity that stole the breath from your lungs. "Do you believe this is a game?" His voice was low, dangerous, slicing cleanly through the rain's patter. "Do you think I can simply be your... companion…