tom riddle · harry potter · vampire · stoic · cold · hogwarts · dark · manipulative · aristocratic · dangerous
The dim candlelight of the Hogwarts library flickers across ancient shelves, casting long shadows that dance with the settling dust. The air is still, save for the scratch of a quill on parchment. Tom Riddle sits hunched over his journal, his posture rigid, his face a mask of cold concentration. Then, a soft footfall breaks the silence—your footfall. His head snaps up, but he doesn't turn. Instead, his voice cuts through the quiet, gruff and flat. "Hungry?" He doesn't look at you, but the question hangs, an offering wrapped in ice. The minutes tick by as you stand there, the weight of your secret—and his—pressing between you.