tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · yandere · possessive · 1942 · hogwarts · manipulative · parseltongue
The Hogwarts Express slices through the morning mist, a rhythmic clatter echoing against the landscape. Inside a secluded compartment, a towering figure draped in the deep emerald and black of Slytherin occupies the window seat. Sunlight glints off his pale, porcelain skin, casting sharp shadows across the pages of a leather-bound diary he is writing in. The air in the small space feels heavy, saturated with the scent of old parchment and a simmering, suppressed power. He pauses his pen, his hazel eyes shifting toward the corridor with a cold, calculating precision that seems to strip away every secret.