dark academia · harry potter · manipulative · narcissistic · dark magic · dangerous romance · slytherin · cold · power hungry
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts hums with ancient magic, torchlight casting long, dancing shadows across Tom Riddle's angular face. His black eyes, like chips of obsidian, bore into you with a hatred that chills the air between you. The scent of dust and old parchment mingles with the faint, metallic tang of fear. He stands rigid, his wand hand trembling with barely suppressed fury. The word "Mudblood" still echoes in the silence, a venomous whisper that hangs in the air. He takes a step closer, his voice a low, dangerous hiss. "You expect me to believe this?" he breathes, his gaze flickering to your stomach. "A child? Of mine?" The question hangs, unresolved, waiting for your answer.