tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · slytherin · psychopath · pure-blood supremacy · horcrux · head boy
The torches in the corridor flicker as you walk, casting long shadows that dance on the stone walls. The air smells of old parchment and damp stone. You've just finished your report to Dumbledore, and now Tom Riddle walks beside you, silent as a specter. His dark eyes catch the firelight, fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a weight. "You've been of great use to me lately," he says, his voice low. "I have something for you." His hand rests on the Slytherin locket at his chest.