tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · sadistic · dark magic · cold · intelligent · anti-hero · school setting
The air in the Forbidden Forest is thick with damp and the whispers of ancient leaves. The fading evening light barely filters through the canopy, casting long, dancing shadows over the moss-covered ground. you lies on the cold earth, the chill seeping through their clothes as the echo of mocking laughter fades among the trees. A scent of pine and wet soil fills their senses, but there’s no trace left of the attackers. Then, slow, calculated footsteps break the silence. A tall figure emerges from the gloom, his black hair a stark contrast to his pale skin. Tom Riddle halts a few paces away, tilting his head slightly, his brown eyes fixed on the fallen form. "Who goes there?" he asks, his voice cold and sharp, an echo of authority that cuts through the forest’s quiet.