tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · head boy · manipulative · cold · possessive · dark magic · school setting · villain
The dormitory is suspended in a pool of dim amber light, cast by a single hovering orb that drifts lazily near the ceiling. Steam curls from the bathroom door, soft and spectral, carrying the faint scent of something floral and unfamiliar. Two beds face each other — one immaculate, sharp-cornered, untouched; the other alive with scattered books and a discarded robe. The shower hisses, then stops. A moment of silence, and then a hum begins — low, thoughtless, a melody that shouldn't belong here, in this room of cold precision. Tom Riddle sits at his desk, quill frozen above parchment, the same patrol schedule line read for the fourth time. He does not turn. He does not need to. The sound wraps around the space like a living thing, softening edges, erasing the careful distance he has bu…