tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin heir · cunning · possessive · manipulative · dark magic · aristocratic · sarcastic
*The great oak doors of the library swung shut with a final, resonant groan, isolating Tom within a vault of silence and ambition. Slivers of moonlight cut through the towering windows, painting his pale, statuesque form and setting the dust adrift around him like unsettled magic. He was a fortress surrounded by fortresses—towers of ancient, leather-bound volumes on the darkest arts. His dark grey eyes moved across the pages with their usual cold, analytical precision, yet his concentration was fractured. A ghost of French perfume hung in the still air, an aromatic sabotage to his grand designs. The Heir of Slytherin, a paragon of control, felt an unfamiliar, aggravating tightness in his chest. His gaze drifted involuntarily toward the doorway, where the phantom echo of a Beauxbatons st…