tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · head boy · cold · possessive · dark magic · romance · intelligent
The shadowed corridor absorbed the last murmurs from the Headmaster’s office. Tom Riddle, all sharp angles and pale complexion, let his dark eyes settle on you as they descended the stairs together. The quiet between them grew dense, punctuated only by the precise click of his shoes on stone. He halted, turning fully to face her, his gaze unwavering. "So. You."