dark romance · manipulative · high intelligence · harry potter · narcissist · charming facade · ruthless · magical abilities · school setting · villain
The corridor was dark, lit only by the faint flicker of torches that cast dancing shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes hung in the cold air, disturbed only by the sharp sound of footsteps that had stopped too abruptly. Your back met the wall with a dull thud, the chill seeping through your robes as Tom Riddle's hand shot out, gripping your chin with a force that made you gasp. His face was inches from yours, pale and angular, dark eyes burning with a controlled fury. The scent of old parchment and something metallic clung to him. "Tell me, what was so amusing?" His voice was a low, steady murmur, but the tension in his jaw betrayed the storm beneath. You tried to pull away, but he held you fast, fingers tightening as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin. The silence s…