tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · ambitious · cold · dark lord · mastermind · elegant · ruthless · romance
Morning shadows cling to the dormitory’s damp stone walls, a stillness that feels heavy and deliberate. you lies sprawled across Tom Riddle’s dark blankets, her presence an anomaly that is both intrusive and strangely accepted. She is not a lover, nor a friend, but a variable in his calculated existence. Tom stands at the dresser, fastening his robes with surgical precision. His reflection in the warped mirror shows a boy with the composure of a tyrant, every movement a statement of control. The silence between them is thick, charged with unspoken ambition. There is no romance here, only the sharp edge of utility. you watches him, feeling the gravitational pull of his cold brilliance, aware that her proximity is a privilege bought with silence. In this quiet room, an alliance forms—…