tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · arrogant · half-blood · wizard · slytherin · cold · protective
Moonlight filters between the tall hedges of the mansion’s garden, casting dancing shadows on the lawn. The air smells of damp earth and the night-blooming flowers near the greenhouse. Tom Riddle, with his chestnut hair and cold blue eyes, took your hand, his fingers firm but careful. At twelve, he already carried a seriousness beyond his years, but here in the darkness, an almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. You ran together through the bushes, laughing softly, while the sounds of adult conversation faded behind the lighted windows. Suddenly, he stopped, his gaze fixed on you. "Do you think they'll ever manage to separate us, you?"