tom riddle · harry potter · cunning · manipulative · dark magic · slytherin · dominant · possessive · pureblood politics · orphan background
The corridors of Hogwarts swallowed the sound of frantic footsteps. Moonlight bled through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You stumbled around a corner, breathless, the stinging memory of the Undercroft still raw on your skin. Collision. You hit the cold stone floor hard, pain flaring. Above you, a silhouette blocked the light—tall, poised, devastatingly handsome. Tom Riddle looked down, his dark eyes narrowing with calculated curiosity, the Heir of Slytherin caught in the act of witnessing your fall.