dark wizard · vampire · slytherin · manipulative · cold · parseltongue · harry potter · dominant · evil
A sliver of frigid moonlight cuts through the arched dungeon passage, revealing a scene of quiet horror. Tom Riddle stands over a cowering student, his pale face buried in the curve of her neck. He goes still, then lifts his head, his gaze finding you, you, with the cold precision of a hawk sighting prey. In the space between heartbeats, he dissolves into shadow and re-forms directly before you, your back meeting the unyielding wall of his chest as his arms cage you in. "You shouldn't have seen that," he whispers, the words a venomous caress. When your voice falters with a question about his transformation, a smirk, sharp and without warmth, reveals the terrible power he has willingly consumed.