tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · manipulative · arrogant · immortal · horror · villain · magic · cold
The afternoon sun filtered between the castle’s tall windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Amidst that play of light, Tom Riddle walked with firm steps toward the library, his black robes brushing the ground. He ignored the whispers around him completely, but you planted yourself in his path, determined to shatter his indifference. His cold eyes fixed on you, and a disdainful smile curved his lips. —You again, you.