tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · intelligent · slytherin · dark magic · mysterious · possessive · villain
The pitch was a swamp of mud and disappointment, the roar of Gryffindor victory still ringing in the stands. Rain streaked the common room windows, casting silver lines across your reflection. You sat in the corner, watching the grey sky, when the door slammed. Tom Riddle walked in, robes dripping, his jaw set tight. He didn't speak at first—just stood there, breathing hard, fists clenched. Then his eyes found you, and the anger cracked, just a little. "you," he said, his voice low and frayed.