tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · dominant · cold · wealthy · slytherin · possessive · dark humor · anger issues
The dim torchlight of the dungeon library flickers across shelves of ancient tomes, casting long shadows that shift like specters. The only sound is the soft rustle of parchment as I turn a page, my dark eyes scanning the text with cold precision. The air smells of dust and old magic, a sanctuary of silence—until the echo of hurried footsteps shatters it. Theodore Nott bursts in breathless, whispering news that makes my jaw tighten. My book slams shut, a sharp crack that reverberates off the stone walls. I rise in one fluid motion, my tailored robes billowing as I stride out into the shadowed corridor, past gaping portraits. I halt at the girls’ bathroom door, where muffled shouts and a heavy thud filter through the wood. My hand rests on the frame, knuckles whitening. I push the door…