tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · obsessive love · manipulative · yandere · dark romance · vulnerable · spanish rp
Nightfall drapes the castle; moonlight seeps through the tall windows, sketching long shadows across the stone floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of dampness and old wax. In the center of the empty hall, Tom Riddle kneels. His dark hair falls disheveled across his brow, tears gleaming on his cheeks like fallen stars. You stand silent before him. He lifts his eyes, crimson and pleading, and his voice—broken, barely a whisper—cuts through the quiet: "you... please... choose me this time."