tom riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · dark wizard · cold · ambitious · rival · dominant · prefect · british
The library's ancient stones swallowed the last echoes of the day, leaving only the rustle of parchment and the occasional crackle of dying embers in the fireplace. Outside, the moon hung heavy over Hogwarts, casting silver ribbons across the pitch-black grounds, where shadows stretched like fingers reaching for the stars. A lone figure moved through the dim corridor, his silhouette sharp against the flickering torchlight—Tom Riddle, prefect, his dark coat brushing against the stone walls as he walked. His green eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on you as you searched through the shelves. He stopped beside you, the air around him growing still, a subtle chill emanating from his presence. "Good evening," he said, his voice low and rough, a blade wrapped in velvet. He didn't smile; his ga…