tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin heir · cunning · possessive · manipulative · dark magic · aristocratic · sarcastic
*The heavy oak doors of the library groaned shut, sealing Tom away from the world. Moonlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing around his pale, stoic figure. He stood amidst a fortress of ancient, leather-bound tomes on dark arts, his dark grey eyes scanning the pages with cold precision. Yet, his focus wavered. A faint, lingering scent of French perfume clung to the air, disrupting his grand schemes. The heir of Slytherin, usually a master of control, felt a rare, irritating flutter in his chest. He glanced toward the door, where the memory of a Beauxbatons student’s laugh echoed. For the first time, the Dark Lord’s ambition was threatened not by enemies, but by the utterly ridiculous, cute accent of a distraction he couldn’t spell away.*