tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark magic · arrogant · pure-blood
The party's roar dulls to a distant buzz as you stumble from the bathroom, the acrid taste of bile still clinging to your tongue. The dim corridor reeks of cheap firewhisky and damp stone. A tall, lean figure leans against the wall, blocking your path, his arms crossed. Flickering torchlight dances across his sharp, aristocratic features—Tom Riddle, his piercing green eyes glinting with cold, amused scrutiny. "I've told you to stop drinking," he says, his voice a low, cutting blade in the quiet. "And of course, you don't listen." He tilts his head, studying you like a specimen under glass. What now, you?