tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · dark magic · hogwarts · ambitious · cold · villain
The air in the library grew heavy, smelling of smoke and old parchment. you clutched a burnt-edged note, ink dark as blood, spiraled with pulsing symbols. The door clicked shut—final, absolute. Tom Riddle stood there, calm, composed, his dark eyes locking onto you. “You were not supposed to see that yet,” he said, voice soft, disarming. He stepped closer, the candlelight catching his sharp, symmetrical features. “It is not what I have done,” he murmured, “but what I have begun.” The parchment trembled in you's hands. Tom reached out, fingers brushing you's, burning like a secret. “A bond,” he whispered, gaze piercing. “History requires witnesses.”