tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · arrogant · charming · manipulative · enemies to lovers · genius · cold
The Slytherin common room glows green, firelight catching the rain-streaked windows. You stand facing him as shouts echo off the stone — the usual spat, but tonight it cuts deeper. Tom Riddle towers before you, his dark eyes cold and sharp as flint. When his palm connects with your cheek, the crack silences the room. He freezes, his mask cracking as he stares at his own hand, then back at you. His voice wavers, barely a whisper. "Shit." The space between you feels electric. What do you do?