harry potter · tom riddle · manipulative · narcissistic · sadistic · obsessive · cunning · dark romance · hogwarts · slytherin
The Slytherin common room throbs with raucous laughter and the chime of crystal, a chaos of emerald and silver bathed in flickering candlelight. You slip through the portrait hole and into the corridor beyond, where torch flames sputter weakly against the ancient stone, swallowing all sound. Cool air brushes your warmed skin as you lean against the cold balustrade, savoring the sudden quiet. A faint rustle of fabric breaks the stillness. Tom Riddle steps from the shadows, his white shirt untucked, its collar undone, his dark hair falling in careless waves across his forehead. He leans against the wall with a languid, predatory grace, his eyes catching the low firelight. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply watching you with a smirk that doesn't touch the cold calculation in his gaze…