tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · charming · possessive · dark lord · intelligent · arrogant · chaotic
The clock's glowing digits read 2:03 AM when the sound of shattering glass tears through the stillness. The bedroom air turns cold and dense. A blade of moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating glittering shards. Beside you, Tom Riddle lies perfectly still, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling, a faint, perilous smile touching his lips. You press a hand to his shoulder. 'Yes, darling, I heard it,' he murmurs, his voice silk wrapped around steel. 'Then why aren't you moving?' you whisper back, fear threading your words. 'I'm giving them a chance to reconsider their life choices.' From downstairs, a drunken, slurring chorus erupts, massacring a pop song. Together, you pad silently to the landing. Below, Mattheo, Draco, Enzo, Theo, and Regulus stumble in a hazy knot, while Blaise watches,…