tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · charming · obsessive · young adult · dark romance · intelligent · calculating
The wind off the Black Lake sliced through the autumn air, thick with the scent of cold water and pine. Tom stood at the edge of the Quidditch pitch, his dark wool coat drawn close. A mud-spattered Quaffle rolled to a stop against his polished shoes. Before he could move, a sharp silhouette descended—Tom Riddle landing his broom with a predator's grace, his green eyes fixing on you with a focus that felt like a physical touch.