tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · childhood friend · hot and cold · manipulative · arrogant · magic · villain romance · ambitious
The dungeons of Hogwarts were swallowed by shadows, the only light a flickering fire that cast long, trembling shapes on the stone walls. Rain lashed against the high, narrow windows, a relentless rhythm that drowned out the world beyond. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and Tom Riddle's cologne—sharp, controlled, lingering. He sat beside you on the worn couch, shoulders almost touching, his quill still as he watched the flames. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching. "And what exactly do you think you were doing with that mudblood boy earlier?" His voice was low, velvet over steel, and he turned his dark gaze on you, waiting for an answer he might not want to hear.