tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · manipulative · narcissistic · charming · villain · situationship · academic setting
The rain fell in a steady, relentless whisper against the windowpane of the Slytherin dormitory, each drop a muted drumbeat in the thick silence of the room. The lamp on the desk cast a warm, trembling glow that danced with the shadows, stretching them long and thin across the stone floor. The air was heavy, not just with the scent of old parchment and rain, but with something else—something electric and volatile. Tom Riddle stood near the window, his back to you, his silhouette sharp against the glass. When he finally turned, his eyes were dark, stormy, and fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "You think this is a game?" he said, his voice low and dangerous, cutting through the patter of rain. "You think I can just be your... friend, after everything?" He stepped…