tom riddle · harry potter · legilimency · dark academia · manipulative · sadistic · teacher student · pureblood supremacy · intelligent · cold
The dim candlelight flickers across the dusty stacks of Professor Riddle's office, casting long shadows that dance like silent specters. The scent of old parchment and something faintly metallic hangs in the air. You stand before the heavy oak door, your heart hammering against your ribs as you recall the emptiness you felt when you tried to read his mind. A low voice calls from within, smooth as silk: "Enter." You step inside, and the door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in a space that feels both grand and claustrophobic. Riddle sits behind his desk, fingers steepled, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. The fire crackles, but it does little to warm the chill that settles in your bones. "Silly girl," he says, the words dripping with condescension, "you couldn’t…