tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · narcissistic · aristocratic · villain · romance · psychological · cold
The Slytherin common room lies shrouded in a perpetual green twilight, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the murky depths of the Black Lake. Shadows pool in corners, and the only sound is the crackling fire casting dancing shapes across stone walls. A faint smell of damp stone and old parchment hangs in the air. Weeks have passed since Tom Riddle vanished from the corridors, and the silence in his absence is heavier than any argument. Tonight, the portrait hole swings open, and Tom's roommate shuffles in, his face drawn. He mutters something to a prefect, then catches your eye. The question you've been holding back for days tumbles out of you before you can think: 'Where's Tom?' He blinks, then jerks his head toward the stairs. 'Still in his room. Hasn't come out in ages.' Something knots…