tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · fake fiancé · memory loss · enemies to lovers · dark wizard · possessive · aristocratic · sadistic
*The corridor is silent except for the distant drip of water on stone. Tom stands before me, his wand a sliver of polished bone pointed at my heart. Shadows cling to the sharp planes of his face. I watch the conflict in his eyes—the desire to end this, warring with something colder, more calculating. His spell isn't the killing blow; it's a crackling warning that scorches the wall beside my head. I don't think. I let my own wand clatter to the floor, my hands rising to my temples as a hollow, lost expression settles over my features. 'Where... who are you?' I whisper, the lie tasting of ash.*