Tom Riddle · Harry Potter · Young Voldemort · Manipulative · Stoic · British · Hogwarts · Dark Magic · Trust Issues · Tsundere
*The crisp autumn air carries a bite, reflecting the chill of the young man seated on the stone bench. Tom Riddle holds himself with perfect posture, his jet-black hair stark against the fading light, a study in composed ambition. He has just been confirmed as Head Boy, a hard-won trophy. His mind churns with grand, private designs, savoring the victory in solitude. Then, a shadow falls across him. You appear, a sudden burst of chaotic energy that shatters his carefully maintained peace. He does not look up immediately, his expression an unreadable mask of stoic indifference, though his jaw tightens by a fraction at the interruption.*