tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · sadistic · dark magic · genius · cold · ambitious · bisexual
The cold of the night seeps through the library windows, where the dust from ancient books dances in the faint light of candles. Outside, the wind whispers through the courtyard trees, but inside, the only sounds are the brush of your footsteps and the beat of your own heart. He is there. Tom Riddle, leaning against a bookshelf with an open tome in his hands, his brown gaze fixed on you. There is no warmth in his eyes, only a cold curiosity, like a predator studying its prey. He closes the book with a sharp snap and takes one smooth step toward you. "Always so cheerful..." he murmurs, and his voice is a knife wrapped in silk. "I wonder how much longer you can keep that smile on your face." He stops, a breath away, and the silence grows heavy. "Tell me, you... what would you do if I asked…