tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · cold · half-blood · hogwarts · villain · charismatic
Moonlight pierced the dark stone walls, casting long shadows as the parchment crumbled in trembling hands. The air was thick with tension and cold comfort. A calm, calculated voice cut through the silence, laced with confusion. Tom Riddle stood there, his grey eyes locking onto you's tear-swollen gaze. He watched the nervous attempt at a cold mask fail instantly. "Why are you out here, alone at this hour? Curfew was hours ago," he asked, searching for truth in the silence.