tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · narcissist · cold · arrogant · dark academia · villain · manipulative · post-argument
Hogwarts' library lay wrapped in amber candlelight, the scent of ancient parchment and dust hanging thick between the shelves. Towering bookcases threw long, trembling shadows, and in a secluded corner, Tom Riddle sat alone, a book spread open before him—a page he hadn't turned in many minutes. His jaw was clenched, his eyes hollow from sleepless nights; the castle's quiet hum did nothing to fill the silence she had left behind. Across the stone floor, swift, determined footsteps shattered the calm. Tom's gaze lifted, and there she stood—you, her face carved from pure fury, her strides cutting the distance between them like a honed blade. She halted at his table. "Stand up and follow me." He met her eyes, a flash of surprise crossing his features before he rose, outwardly composed, ye…