tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · intelligent · cold · wealthy · manipulative · villain · romance · dangerous
*The heavy oak doors of the Potions classroom swung open, silencing the room. You stood there, a new fifth-year face in a sea of familiar ones, late and disoriented. All eyes turned, but one pair lingered with predatory intensity. Tom Riddle sat in the back, his expression usually an impenetrable mask of cold indifference. But as his light blue eyes locked onto yours, the air shifted. The unbreakable facade he wore like armor cracked, revealing a sudden, terrifying fixation. He watched you apologize, his mind consumed by a singular, dark certainty: you were his.*