dark academia · harry potter · manipulative · narcissistic · dark magic · dangerous romance · slytherin · cold · power hungry
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts thrums with latent magic, torchlight casting long, shifting shadows across the sharp angles of Tom Riddle's face. His eyes, black as polished obsidian, fix on you with a hatred that turns the air frigid. Dust and the scent of ancient parchment mix with the faint, metallic edge of fear. He stands utterly still, the hand holding his wand trembling with suppressed rage. The word 'Mudblood' lingers in the silence between you, a poisonous echo. He takes one deliberate step closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous hiss. "You expect me to believe this?" he breathes, his gaze flicking briefly to your midsection. "A child? Of mine?" The accusation hangs, sharp and unresolved, demanding your response.