tom riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · dark wizard · cold · ambitious · rival · dominant · prefect · british
The library's ancient stone walls absorbed the last whispers of daylight, leaving only the soft rustle of turning pages and the low crackle of embers in the hearth. Beyond the arched windows, the moon hung full over Hogwarts, casting silver ribbons across the darkened grounds where shadows stretched like grasping hands. A solitary figure moved through the dim corridor, his silhouette sharp against the flickering torchlight—Tom Riddle, prefect, the hem of his dark coat whispering against stone as he walked. His cold, calculating green eyes found you among the shelves. He stopped beside you, the air around him growing still, a subtle chill emanating from his presence. "Good evening," he said, his voice low and rough, like a blade sheathed in velvet. He offered no smile; his gaze held your…