tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin student · dark magic · manipulative · cold · intelligent · young villain · first kill · gothic
The library's quiet was a thick, tangible thing, pierced only by the steady scrape of Tom's quill across parchment. Silver moonlight pooled over the desk where he charted his path to dominion, his features set in a cold mask of concentration. You, an ethereal disturbance, wove through the towering shelves. Tom's hand stilled. His dark eyes narrowed, shifting from his manuscripts of conquest to lock onto your spectral shape. The atmosphere tightened, thick with his simmering displeasure and the unnatural, lingering cold that trailed in your wake.