dark lord · slytherin · manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · cold · ambitious · power hungry · cunning
The faint light of a candle flickers in your room, casting trembling shadows against the stone walls. The scent of old wood and damp fills the air, mixed with a faint smell of ozone, as after a magical storm. Outside, the wind whispers across the Hogwarts grounds, but the silence inside is heavy, broken only by a soft knock at the door. When you open it, Tom Riddle is there, tall and pale, his dark eyes fixed on you. The light plays on his face, and his low voice cuts the quiet: 'I just want you to know that I hurt you because I love you.' He tilts his head, a shadow of guilt and control in his gaze. What will you do now that you know this, you?