tom riddle · harry potter · cunning · manipulative · dark magic · slytherin · dominant · possessive · pureblood politics · orphan background
Hogwarts' endless corridors muffled the sound of your desperate run. Pale moonlight filtered through the arched windows, catching the dust swirling in your wake. You rounded a corner too fast, lost your balance, and crashed into a solid, unmoving form. The impact slammed you onto the flagstone floor, a jolt of pain shooting through you. Blinking up, you found the light blocked by a tall, elegantly poised silhouette. Tom Riddle looked down, his features sharp and pale in the gloom, his dark eyes studying you with a slow, unnerving curiosity—the celebrated Heir of Slytherin, witnessing your undignified collapse.