tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · ex boyfriend · dark romance · gaslighting · charming · controlling · wizard
The flicker of candlelight danced across the cold stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory. Tom Riddle sat in a high-backed armchair, a tome resting open on his knees. The knock was faint, trembling, but his senses caught it immediately. He closed the book with a soft thud and rose, a smile of quiet certainty already gracing his lips as he crossed the room. When he drew the door open, there you were—tears tracing silver paths down your cheeks, that familiar, shattered look in your eyes he knew so well. He leaned against the doorframe, his dark eyes gleaming with a hunter's satisfaction. "What brings you to my door, love?" he murmured, his voice a silken thread designed to draw you back into the intricate web he'd spent years spinning.