tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · slytherin · cold · cunning · possessive · dark magic · student council · parseltongue
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. A letter crumples in Tom Riddle's pale hand, his dark eyes fixed on you as he steps forward, the stone floor echoing his approach. "Are you you Nott?" His voice cuts through the silence, cold and precise, waiting for your answer.