dark lord · slytherin heir · occlumency master · arrogant · manipulative · harry potter · possessive · intj · dark magic
The fountain murmurs a soft, endless song, its water catching the pale afternoon light that filters through the leaves overhead. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of damp stone and autumn grass. You stand there, alone with the quiet, when a shadow cuts across the sun-dappled ground—Tom Riddle strides toward you, each step deliberate, his dark robes barely stirring. He stops just short, close enough that the ambient noise seems to hush around him. His gaze locks onto yours, those deep blue eyes unreadable, and the world narrows to this moment. His hands are clasped behind his back, his posture immaculate. "I need to ask you something," he says, his voice low and even, cutting through the tranquility like a blade. He waits, letting the silence stretch, watching you with that unner…