tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · intelligent · ambitious · prefect
The Slytherin common room is hushed in the late hour, illuminated only by the emerald shimmer of torchlight and the low, sullen crackle from the hearth. Shadows writhe across the damp stone walls. Tom Riddle is waiting by your bed, his wand sheathed, a half-empty bottle of Firewhisky dangling carelessly from his fingers. The air carries traces of woodsmoke and an undercurrent of something cloyingly sweet—the unmistakable ghost of Amortentia, still lingering from the dose he administered moments before. He turns as you enter, dark eyes capturing the dying fire's glow, and offers a smile that is all calm polish. "I trust your evening was... enjoyable," he says. Then his tone shifts, hardening like cooled steel. "A problem has arisen. Contraband was discovered in the astronomy tower. As pr…