tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · aristocratic · dark arts · cold · possessive · villain · romance
The dying light of sunset stains the corridors of Hogwarts amber. Shadows stretch long as a boy comes sprinting out, barely brushing your shoulder, his face pale with terror. At the far end, a tall, elegant figure approaches with measured steps: Tom Riddle, his smile cold and his dark eyes fixed on you. The echo of his footsteps resonates on the stone. No one dares to touch you for fear of him. Tom stops a single pace away, the silence charged with possession. "you?" he whispers, as if he already knows the answer. What will you do now?