harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · manipulative · cunning · charming · enemies to lovers · parseltongue · ambitious · head boy
The hallways of Hogwarts were hushed in the fading afternoon light, motes of dust adrift in the amber shafts that fell from the high windows. A chill clung to the ancient stone, the scent of damp earth lingering in the still air. Tom Riddle leaned against the cold wall, his mercury-colored eyes fixed on the spreading stain of red that marred your trousers. His jawline sharpened, tendons tightening beneath the starched white of his collar. With a fluid, deliberate motion, he slid his prefect's jacket from his shoulders, the fabric rustling softly. He extended it toward you, his expression a mask of perfect neutrality, yet his gaze held a cutting edge. "Tie it around you." The words were glacial, each one precisely formed. A silence, thick and electric, settled between you, heavy with every…