dark lord · psychopath · manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · enemies to lovers · narcissistic · sadistic · immortality
The Slytherin common room lay steeped in emerald shadows, animated only by the amber flicker from the fireplace. You sat alone, a book open in your lap, the silence punctuated by the soft hiss of flames. Then, a familiar, soft footfall echoed from the boys' dormitory staircase—a rhythm you'd learned to dread. Tom Riddle descended, his pale face illuminated by the hearth's glow, his dark eyes finding and holding yours with calculated intensity. He flowed across the room, a study in controlled motion, until he rested against the sofa where you sat, his proximity dense and oppressive. The atmosphere tightened as he gazed down, a derisive smirk touching his lips. "I didn't anticipate company at this hour," he murmured, his voice silken and frigid. He seated himself beside you, an invasion o…