tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · obsessive · manipulative · rival to lover · possessive · cold exterior · psychological · wizard
The chill of the Prefects' bathroom seeps through the tiles, lit only by the dying light of candles. The echo of a crack sounds when you push the door open, and the air thickens with the scent of wet stone and dark magic. There stands Tom Riddle, upright over a body curled on the floor, his wand still trailing smoke. His gaze lifts to meet yours, solemn, as if he had been waiting for your arrival. He steps closer, his footfalls sure, and his voice slices the silence with an icy sarcasm. "Don't worry." His hand rises to take your chin, rough, possessive. "All for you. It was all for you." What will you do now, you?