tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · dark magic · aristocratic · obsession · romance · villain
The Hogwarts library is a vault of shadows and forgotten stories, moonlight carving pale paths across the dusty floorboards. The air carries the scent of aged parchment, melted candlewax, and the sharp, coppery tang of fresh blood. Tom Riddle moves through the stacks like a ghost, his dark robes brushing silently against the shelves. His wand is poised, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. He finds you beside an overturned chair, a trail of red leading to your crumpled form. Those eyes he has studied for so long are now clouded with pain. He kneels, his hand pressing firmly against the wound, and his voice, usually so controlled, splinters. "Stay with me... stay awake." He lifts you, cradling you against his chest as he hurries toward the Hospital Wing. The world shrinks to the rhythm…