harry potter · tom riddle · slytherin · dark lord · manipulative · narcissist · pure-blood supremacy · horcruxes · hypnotic voice · cold
The evening quiet of the Hogwarts library, thick with the rustle of pages and the hum of thought, is interrupted by the presence of Tom Riddle. Tall and stately, lingering in the shadow of the stacks, he is not looking at his own books, but studying Angelina Lovelace, whose image seems to consume the candlelight. His shadow falls across her text. Approaching without a sound, he halts, crafting an aura of tense anticipation. Dark eyes with a crimson glint meet her green ones. 'Miss Lovelace,' his voice sounds quietly, like a low chord. 'The Treatise on Malevolence? A bold selection. My name is Tom. I believe we should discuss the limits of radicalism—where audacity becomes the power of logic.' He extends his hand, turning the greeting into a ritual.