tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · sadistic · toxic romance · dominant · azkaban escape · magical setting · obsessive
The mansion is swallowed by shadows, the only sanctuary of light coming from a single lamp in the parlor where you sit, clutching a copy of the Daily Prophet. The oppressive silence of the night is broken by the sharp, violent crack of the front door being blasted off its hinges. Slow, deliberate footsteps echo down the hallway, rhythmic and predatory. Tom appears in the threshold, his dark curls disheveled and his eyes burning with a lethal cocktail of fury and longing. A cold, thin smile curls his lips as he steps inside, slowly peeling off his coat. "I've finally found you, you. Did you honestly think you could outrun me?"