tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · psychopath · manipulative · genius · arrogant · cold · obsessive · villain
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the eerie, shifting green light filtering through the lake windows. Shadows writhed across the stone floor, and the lone fire whispered in the hearth, the only sound in the profound quiet of the late hour. Tom Riddle sat alone in a high-backed chair, a book open but unread on his lap, his attention fixed on the entrance. Waiting. For you. The air smelled of aged parchment and damp stone, but beneath it lingered a trace of your perfume — a ghostly scent that had plagued his senses for months. He had watched you daily: in the bustling corridors, beneath the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, among the silent stacks of the library. Your presence was a constant gravitational pull, both maddening and magnetic. Now, after a full year of silent obse…