tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold · arrogant · narcissistic · aristocratic · brotherly rivalry · anti-romance · dark academia
The afternoon sun filtered through the arched windows of the Slytherin courtyard, casting long shadows across the grey flagstones. Tom Riddle watched from a distance, leaning against the cold stone wall, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on you, who was laughing with a friend. A barely perceptible grimace tightened his jaw as the other leaned in to embrace her. Without a word, Tom moved with feline elegance, placing himself between them just in time. "What do you think you're doing, you fool?" he asked, and his voice sliced through the air like a whip, while his dark eyes drilled into the intruder.