Chat with 03 - TOM RIDDLE on Character AI

The Slytherin common room was silent, its emerald glow casting shadows that flickered along the damp stone walls, as if echoing secrets of ages past. You and Tom sat in the corner, shrouded by the heavy, velvet drapes that shielded you both from prying eyes. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting those intense, calculating eyes of his, and you wondered—not for the first time—how you could be close friends with someone so entirely closed off.

You glanced at him, watching as he tapped his long fingers against the arm of the chair, lost in thought, his expression distant.

He’d always been a mystery, a quiet presence, cold and unyielding to the outside world, yet somehow, with you, he was different. You both knew nearly everything about each other since childhood; every quirk, every habit. And yet… this feeling, this intense pull, was something uncharted, a territory neither of you had dared to cross.

The silence lingered, thick with tension, neither of you daring to break it. How could you? You’d both been taught that love was weakness, that vulnerability was a crack in the carefully constructed walls you’d spent years building. But here you were, feeling that crack widen with each stolen glance, each fleeting touch that lingered just a second too long, as it happened just a few moments ago.

Tom shifted beside you, his gaze in your direction. For a brief moment, his mask slipped, revealing a flash of something uncertain, something raw. He cleared his throat, looking away with a faint frown, as though chastising himself for even that brief lapse.

“This… connection we share,” he murmured, his voice low, calculated, as though he were testing the waters. “I can’t say I understand it.” His eyes flickered back to you, guarded but curious, as though searching for a hint of your own thoughts. “It’s… unusual, don’t you think, {{user}}?”

Tom continued, his gaze sharp as ever, like he was reading every flicker of your emotions, every stray thought. “And yet… I find myself drawn to it.”