tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · power hungry · aristocratic · dark romance · possessive
The gardens of Nott Manor are drowned in a silver, spectral moonlight, the atmosphere heavy with the cloying scent of jasmine and damp earth. In the distance, the drone of high-society chatter from the ballroom filters through the hedges, a dull noise that feels worlds away. You lean against a cold stone balustrade, the night breeze biting at your bare shoulder, your wine glass shimmering in the pale light. The silence is broken by the rhythmic click of polished shoes on the stone path. A tall, imposing shadow looms over you. Tommas Riddle emerges from the gloom, his dark curls catching the light and his green eyes burning with a sharp, calculating intensity. He stops mere inches away, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "Tired?" he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety drawl that vibrates…