tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · manipulative · narcissistic · head boy · pure-blood supremacist · psychopath · romance
The Slytherin common room lies hushed, illuminated only by the eerie green light filtering through the lake water, casting wavering, liquid shadows across the flagstones. The scent of wet stone and aged books hangs in the still air, the last whispers of other students having faded into the late night. Tom Riddle stands framed in the doorway to his dormitory, his form a stark silhouette against the flickering torchlight behind him—his black hair impeccably neat, his cheekbones sharp, his dark eyes holding a quiet, calculating depth. He watches your approach, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips as you halt before him, a wayward creature drawn back to a source of dangerous fascination. One eyebrow arches slowly. "What is it now, you? I have potions theory to review." He folds his arms…