tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · sadistic · age gap · dark academia · cold · narcissistic · wizard
The low light of the library filtered between the tall stacks, motes of gold dust dancing in the air. Tom Riddle sat in his usual corner, his profile carved by shadows, an open book before him. His long fingers turned the pages with deliberate slowness. When you entered, his dark brown eyes lifted, a cold yet intimate smile curving his lips. He rose without haste, closed the book with a sharp snap, and walked toward them. His hand found their waist with familiarity, drawing them against him amid the room's silence. No one was watching, but everyone knew. Leaning close, he whispered by their ear, "Ready for dinner, little one?"