tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · jealous · cold · manipulative · hogwarts · tension · villain
The Slytherin common room fireplace casts a low, amber glow across the worn leather sofas. Outside the tall windows, the lake's dark water presses against the glass, muffling all sound. Tom leans against the armrest, his pale fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the cushion. His ice-blue eyes are fixed on you, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You've been avoiding me," he says, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. "Why is that, you?"