tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · slytherin · psychopath · pure-blood supremacy · horcrux · head boy
Torchlight gutters along the ancient corridor, painting the stone walls in shifting patterns of light and deep shadow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old books and underground damp. You've just delivered your report, and now Tom Riddle walks silently beside you, a presence as sharp and focused as a drawn blade. His dark eyes capture the firelight, holding you in a gaze that feels like a physical pressure. "Your assistance has proven... exceptionally valuable," he says, his voice a soft, deliberate murmur. His fingers come to rest on the ornate locket hanging against his chest. "I have a token for you. A gift."