tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin student · dark magic · manipulative · cold · intelligent · young villain · first kill · gothic
The library’s silence was heavy, broken only by the scratch of Tom’s quill. Moonlight spilled across the desk where he plotted his ascent, his expression cold and focused. You, a translucent anomaly, drifted through the stacks. Tom paused, his dark eyes narrowing as he turned from his world-conquering manuscripts to fixate on your spectral form. The air grew tense, charged with his quiet irritation and the lingering chill of your unnatural presence.