tom riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · cold · calculating · sarcastic · intelligent · rival · hogwarts · romantic tension
The flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows on the cold stone walls of the Hogwarts corridor. A faint, haunting melody spills from your lips as you wander, lost in thought. Suddenly, you collide with a solid form, and the world tilts as you hit the stone floor. Looking up, you meet the dark, calculating eyes of Tom Riddle, who looms above, his expression unreadable. He drawls your last name, voice rough. "What brings you here so late?"