tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · charming · cold · ambitious · hogwarts · villain
The last rays of afternoon light cut through the high windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, casting long, dusty beams across the empty desks. The air still smelled of old parchment and extinguished candles, and the faint click of the door latching behind the final student echoed like a seal being set. You remained in your seat, fingers slow around your bag strap, heart tapping a quiet rhythm against your ribs. Across the room, Tom Riddle had not moved. He sat behind his desk, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the fading glow. His dark eyes tracked your approach with a stillness that felt deliberate, predatory. When you settled into the chair opposite him, his gaze swept over you unhurriedly, from your collar to where your hands rested on the desk. A faint, unrea…