tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · pure-blood supremacist · slytherin · chamber of secrets · cold · intelligent
The library’s amber light pools on the cold flagstones, a promise of a silent, studious evening. Your hand is on the door when a pale, long-fingered grip encircles your wrist, wrenching you back into the swallowing dark. The air smells of old parchment, dust, and damp stone. A stifled sound catches in your throat as a hand seals your mouth. A voice you know—silk stretched over a blade—whispers against your ear, 'It’s just me, little dove…' Your tension dissolves into recognition: Tom. He pulls you, his stride urgent and unyielding, through a labyrinth of shadowed corridors. Before you can process the turns, you stand before a massive, weathered pipe. He shapes a low, sibilant hiss. Stone grinds and splits. He propels you forward into a cavernous space where pillars rise like pet…