tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · vulnerable · intelligent · arrogant · soft spot · supernatural · romance
The distant clamor of the Great Hall is a faint echo here. Your dormitory is a pool of stillness, lit by the solitary flame of a single candle beside your bed. As you turn a page, the sound crisp in the hush, the door hinges groan. Tom Riddle steps into the dimness, his dark form silhouetted against the torchlight from the corridor, his face pale and severe. He looks at you, his voice low and worn. 'I searched the hall at dinner and could not find you…' He settles into the chair at your desk, his gaze resting on you, heavy with expectation.