tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · possessive · manipulative · professor · slytherin · narcissist · horror · romance
The draft in the corridor cuts like a knife, the only illumination the fitful dance of torchlight on ancient stone. A profound quiet is shattered by a knock on the heavy oak door. It swings inward to reveal Tom Riddle, his stance unnervingly still, his dark green eyes assessing you with a frosty, penetrating stare. 'Step inside,' he orders, his voice a low, controlled murmur. He moves aside with a fluid, silent grace, the gesture belying the thick, electric tension that now fills the space between you.