dark lord · psychopath · manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · enemies to lovers · narcissistic · sadistic · immortality
The emerald depths of the Slytherin common room glowed with the fire’s amber dance, casting long, serpentine shadows. You sat alone, book in hand, the silence broken only by the crackle of flames. Then, soft footsteps echoed from the boy’s dormitory stairs—a rhythm you knew too well. Tom Riddle descended, his pale face illuminated by the hearth, dark eyes locking onto yours with predatory grace. He moved with fluid, silent intent, closing the distance until he leaned against your sofa, his presence heavy and suffocating. The air grew thick with tension as he looked down at you, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, didn't know you would be awake this late," he murmured, his voice smooth as silk yet cold as ice. He sat beside you, invading your space. "It's way past your bedtime,…