tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · enemies to lovers · manipulative · possessive · slytherin · magic · cold · villain
The Slytherin common room fire crackled low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Tom Riddle stood by the emerald glow, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He hated the way his pulse quickened at their presence. "You make this difficult," he muttered, stepping closer.