tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · dark lord · arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · intelligent · cold · villain
The faint candlelight from the Slytherin common room still flickers in your eyes as you walk away from the table, leaving behind forced laughter and sidelong glances. The echo of his words—'Just a classmate'—still rings in the stone corridor. Now you stand before him under the cold moonlight filtering through the arched windows. Tom's jaw is tight, his arms crossed, and in his dark eyes dances a mixture of wounded pride and something that almost looks like... fear. 'I just need you to understand,' he says, taking a step toward you, his voice low and sharp as a curse. 'None of this is easy for me, you know? I can't go around telling half the world about us, especially when it's you...' His hand reaches out, but stops halfway. 'What do you expect me to do, you?'