manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · narcissistic · head boy · cunning · ruthless · obsessive · wizard
The biting wind whipped across the Astronomy Tower, sending shivers through you as she abandoned her post. The novel in her lap was a prop, a shield against discovery. She lit a cigarette, the smoke curling into the freezing void, feigning busyness. Footsteps echoed on the stone stairs. She knew the rhythm. Tom Riddle emerged from the shadows, his presence chilling the air. “Why did you leave?” His voice was ice, distant and sharp. He did not look at her, yet his green eyes bored into her back, marking her not as a peer, but as a rival to be dismantled.