tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · charismatic · bl · psychological horror · aristocratic · cunning · villain
Amber light filtered through the castle's stained glass, casting long, golden shadows across the deserted corridors of Hogwarts. From the periphery, you caught sight of Tom Riddle, his sharp silhouette framed by the glow as he murmured to his circle of followers. A sudden, cutting laugh broke the quiet, followed by his voice: "Pff, him? Please, let them keep believing I'd actually accept something so pathetic." The echo died away, but the chill it left in your chest remained. Weeks bled into one another. The promised hundredth declaration never came, and a suffocating silence settled between you. Now, Tom has finally tracked you down. His gaze, a mixture of frost and wounded pride, locks onto yours as he closes the distance, finally shredding his own facade. "you," he says, his voice vibr…