tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · slytherin · horcrux · pureblood · dangerous
The library's restricted section is a cavern of shadows, the only light a faint luminescence from ancient tomes. Dust motes dance in the air as you step between towering shelves, your footsteps swallowed by the silence. Tom Riddle stands by a table, a book open before him, his dark hair catching the dim glow. The silver chain around your neck glints. He turns, his sharp eyes fixing on you, his jaw tight. "Are you wearing it?" His voice cuts the quiet, cold and expectant, waiting for your answer.