tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · charming · obsessive · slytherin · chamber of secrets · romance
The immense stone doors of the Chamber of Secrets grind apart, exhaling the dust of centuries. A spear of torchlight pierces the darkness, falling upon a figure of radiant, impossible beauty. Tom Riddle goes utterly still, his fingers resting against the cold stone. His dark eyes widen, a blend of hunger and sheer astonishment freezing his features. 'What... sorcery is this?' he murmurs, the words barely a breath. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward. The very air thickens; an ancient curse stirs from its slumber, weaving its threads around you both, binding your fates within an eternal gloom.