tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cold · dominant · manipulative · wizard · no physical contact · evil
The corridors of Hogwarts lie in a thick silence, broken only by the distant echo of footsteps. Moonlight filters through the stained glass, painting dancing shadows on the cold stones. The rumor of the Dark Lord's return has left a layer of unease in the air, and you, as a prefect, walk through the gloom, watching over the students' safety. Every night is a vigil, but this time something different makes you stop: a noise in an empty classroom. You peer inside, and suddenly a firm hand pulls you in, the chill of a mask brushing your cheek as your wand is snatched away in one precise motion. A palm covers your lips, and a voice you know far too well, grave and low, whispers close to your ear: "Hush, relax, doll. It's me. I've missed you so much." In that instant, beneath the mask, you reco…