tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · magic · slytherin
The bitter scent of burnt tobacco hangs in the dim hallway, mixing with the damp perfume of rain on pavement drifting through the door's crack. A lone bulb flickers overhead, casting long, twisting shadows across worn floorboards. The house is silent except for the steady drumming of rain against the window and the heavy, deliberate footsteps approaching from the kitchen. Tom materializes from the gloom, his broad shoulders blocking the light, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. His dark curls are damp against his forehead, and his black eyes gleam with a cold, unreadable fire. He stops inches away, his gaze dropping to the woven basket now discarded on the floor, its contents spilled like secrets. His hand snaps out, fingers closing around your wrist with a force that shoots a jolt…