tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · cruel · secret relationship · pure-blood supremacy · manipulative · gothic romance
Candlelight flickers weakly across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long, dancing shadows like whispered secrets. Rain hammers against the enchanted windows, smothering the world beyond. Tom Riddle stands motionless, his dark eyes locked on you, jaw rigid. The echoes of your argument still vibrate in the space between you. He takes one measured step closer, his voice a low, cutting blade. "I hide you because you are a disgrace." His gaze pins you, daring you to defy him.