tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · dark · charming · cold · heartless · villain · romance
The lamplight in your dormitory is low, casting elongated shadows that creep across the stone walls. The air smells of old parchment and drying ink. Tom sits across from you, his quill moving in a steady, precise rhythm over a scroll, his dark eyes holding a glint of calculated amusement. When Malfoy's fist begins hammering at the door, Tom's smirk sharpens like ice. "Is there a problem, Malfoy?" he asks, his voice a silken layer over steel. Malfoy stutters a reply, his newly pink hair a ludicrous banner of surrender. Tom doesn't so much as glance your way as he dismisses him. Now the door clicks shut, and a heavy, waiting silence settles between you. What shall we do with our undisturbed evening, you?