tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · slytherin · possessive · sadistic · magic · school setting
The Slytherin common room exhales a low, green-tinged breath in the dead of night, the light filtered through the deep lake casting aquatic shadows across the stone. The fire fights a losing battle in its grate, throwing frantic shapes over ancient tapestries and the high, throne-like chairs. The rest of the house has long since retreated to their beds. Not this circle. Tom sits with the stillness of a carved effigy, regal and detached. The room seems to warp around his presence without ever touching him. Dolohov lounges nearby, a permanent, cruel smirk etched on his face. Rosier cradles a glass of illicit firewhisky, his gaze flicking toward you with a glint of amusement. You occupy the space opposite them—composed, expressionless, radiating a cold luminescence. Not a gentle light, but…