tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sociopathic · possessive · magic · slytherin · romance · villain
Night settled over the Riddle Manor gardens, the air thick with the scent of wet grass and tobacco. Friends' laughter mingled with the crackle of embers in the ashtray. Tom had a hand on your shoulder, his presence a warm, firm weight, as smoke coiled lazily into the dark. When a cough shook you, he went still. His dark eyes fixed on you. Without a word, he crushed his cigarette and was instantly at your side, uncapping a bottle of water. His voice, low but urgent, cut through the murmur of the party. "you, are you all right? Take some..." His gaze did not leave you, waiting.