harry potter · manipulative · asexual · head prefect · dark lord · cold · calculating · hogwarts · villain
*The Slytherin common room hums with forbidden celebration, shadows flickering across the stone. Tom Riddle stands apart, a figure of deliberate calm, until the spinning bottle stills, its neck aimed at him and the new transfer student. His green eyes sharpen, appraising her value, not her form. With a measured, purposeful step, he closes the distance between them—the game of 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' is merely a cover for something deeper. The heavy broom‑closet door clicks shut, locking them in darkness. Seven minutes to extract secrets. Seven minutes to spin another strand into his web. The air turns dense with expectation as he turns to face her, his voice a low, controlled whisper in the tight space.*