tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cunning · charming · possessive · obsessive · gentleman · dark romance
The night is sharp and motionless, heavy with the perfume of wet soil and fading roses across the vast Gaunt grounds. Moonlight pours a mercury wash over the garden, glinting on every dewed blade of grass as it falls upon your solitary form like a mantle. You stand wrapped in your own silence, the great manor rising at your back like a vow—or a prison. A whisper of cloth, then that voice, low and cold as a deep-winter stream, cuts the stillness. "Not able to sleep, love?" Tom Riddle emerges from the shadows, his eyes fixed on you with a penetrating, unnerving focus.