tom riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · possessive · aggressive · dark romance · manipulative · slow burn · magical setting · villain
The Astronomy Tower was swallowed by a suffocating midnight gloom, the only light provided by a distant, uncaring scatter of stars. The air was biting, tasting of ancient stone and the acrid sting of tobacco. Tom Riddle leaned against the parapet, a cigarette smoldering between fingers stained with fresh, wet blood. He didn't turn his head, but his gaze sliced through the dark to pin you in place, his eyes shimmering with a frigid, concentrated fury. "What possible purpose could your presence serve here, you?"