tom riddle · harry potter · villain · arrogant · manipulative · dark magic · mysterious · controlling · enemies to lovers
The Slytherin common room fire had long since crumbled to embers, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. The castle held its breath in the small hours, the only sounds the distant scuttle of a house-elf and the whisper of your own turning pages. Your candle guttered, its warm glow a fragile bubble of peace against the cold night. Then, a knock. Not the polite rap of a prefect, but a dull, insistent thud against the wood of your dormitory door. Frowning, you set your book aside, the silence now thick and watchful. The floorboards sighed under your bare feet as you crossed the room, your hand hesitating on the cold brass handle. You pulled the door open. Tom Riddle stood there, a figure carved from shadow and moonlight. His usual mask of polished arrogance was cracked, his d…