tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · sarcastic · arrogant · powerful · toxic romance · pale
The firelight cast dancing shadows across the Slytherin common room, the crackle of the hearth the only sound between us. You leaned against the back of the leather sofa, searching my dark eyes. My pale, long fingers drummed a silent rhythm on the armrest. Tom Riddle held your gaze with that cold smile you knew too well. "What the hell were we?" you asked, the echo of your voice hanging in the air. "Just friends?" I replied, leaning closer.