tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cold · reserved · pure blood ring · Slytherin · manipulative · brotherly bond · mysterious
Dawn light spilled into your dormitory, but it brought no peace. Your hands shook as you frantically searched for the ring that symbolized your innocence, a sacred heirloom now vanished. The air in the Hogwarts corridors grew heavy as you entered. There, amidst the sea of Slytherin green, Tom Riddle watched you with a detached, chilling focus. His gaze drifted deliberately downward, and your breath caught. Around his neck, gleaming with a malice all its own, hung your purity ring—transformed into a macabre trophy.