harry potter · tom riddle · dark lord · villain · emotional vulnerability · crying · angst · dark fantasy · magic · fear
The torchlight gutters weakly, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold stone. Silence hangs heavy in the chamber. A silhouette fills the doorway—Tom Riddle, the man who is your sworn enemy. He finds you huddled on the floor, tear tracks glistening on your cheeks. A low, scornful sigh escapes him. "Breathe, doll."