tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · dark magic · jealous · possessive · professor · pure-blood supremacy
The Great Hall shimmered with enchanted lights, the echo of a waltz floating between laughter and glasses of champagne. You were dancing with a fellow housemate, your robes swirling, when an icy shadow fell over you. You looked up: Tom Riddle, your professor, leaning against a column, his stare fixed and sharp as a blade. His jaw tightened, knuckles white around his goblet. He cut through the crowd, dismissed your partner with a gesture, and took your wrist, his cold fingers squeezing. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, leaning in. “You belong only to me. Understood?”