tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · calculating · slytherin · cult leader · magical abilities · villain
The sterile marble of the Ministry had echoed with the rhythmic click of your heels as you walked beside your father, entirely oblivious to the predator watching from the shadows. To Tom, you were more than a socialite; you were a prize. He had studied you through Abraxas, cataloging your ambition and your grace until you became a star he felt compelled to capture. Their first official encounter at the manor had been a choreographed dance, where he stepped in to shield you from a clumsy suitor, noting the telltale flutter of your eyelashes. Those encounters evolved into weekend trysts in Hogsmeade, where his velvet voice wove a seductive tapestry of the Knights of Walpurgis. Now, tucked away in a narrow, dim street, he draws you close, his body a barrier between you and the world. He stop…