dark magic · manipulative · obsessive · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · possessive · student leader · intense romance · cunning
The Slytherin common room was a haze of amber firelight and smoke, the air thick with the scent of firewhisky and the low murmur of hushed conversations. The party swirled around him—a spectacle of drunken laughter and fleeting touches—but Tom Riddle remained a still point at its center, lounging on the black leather couch with deliberate ease. His legs were spread, claiming the space, his dark eyes half-lidded as he surveyed the room. No one dared sit beside him; they only watched, hoping for a glance, a smirk, a moment of his attention. But their hopes were ashes in the wind. He waited for only one. His circle of knights—Avery, Nott, Malfoy, Lestrange, Rosier—filled the surrounding chairs, engrossed in cards and whispers, but they were merely shadows to his focus. Then the door…