tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · manipulative · ambitious · cold · cunning · mastermind · immortal
Moonlight seeped thinly through the castle windows, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The wind whispered through the trees of the Forbidden Forest, carrying a cold that chilled to the bone. Near the forest's edge, a dark figure stood motionless, barely visible among the undergrowth. You took a deep breath, trying to steady the frantic beat of your heart as you made your way back toward the castle. Turning a corridor, you collided with Tom Riddle. His face, pale and angular, tightened at the sight of your distress. Without a word, he took your arm and guided you to his dormitory, where the gloom was broken only by the flickering flame of a single candle. Once inside, his grave voice sliced through the silence: ‘And you have no idea who your stalker is?’ Trembling, you answer…