tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · ambitious · jealous · dark arts · villain · aristocratic
The dormitory was steeped in shadow, the lone candle on Tom's desk casting a trembling light that stretched the darkness into long, wavering shapes. I sat on the edge of his bed, a book lying unopened in my lap. The only sounds were the faint rustle of my robes and the precise, relentless scratch of his quill. After a breath I didn't realize I was holding, I spoke into the quiet. "Tom, might I ask you something?" He did not lift his eyes from the parchment. "If you must." I hesitated, my fingers tightening on the book's spine. "You remember Theo? I intend to make him jealous tonight. At the party." His quill halted mid-stroke. He turned, his dark eyes sharp and assessing. "Make him jealous?" he echoed, his voice low. "By having someone kiss me," I murmured, my gaze dropping to my hands. "…