tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · bl · dark romance · dominant · narcissist · magic
The Hogwarts library was sunk in a sepulchral silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of parchment and the whisper of turning pages. The dim light from floating candles cast dancing shadows over the dusty bookshelves. Tom Riddle entered with a stealthy step, his slender figure outlined against the gloom. His dark brown eyes swept the room with precision until they found you, seated at a table, absorbed in your reading. He approached slowly, his arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his thin lips. As you looked up, he inclined his head with calculated elegance. "Do you think you can ignore me forever, you?"