tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · protective · pure-blood · slytherin · forbidden romance · secret identity · dangerous
The chandelier in Malfoy Manor spills a cold, crystalline light over the assembled Death Eaters, their murmured conversations a low current of threat. Alone in his rooms beforehand, Tom Riddle stands before a tall mirror, his fingers tightening the knot of his tie with exacting care. His dark eyes find your reflection, and for a moment, the icy resolve softens into something tender and fierce. "Don't say a word to them," he murmurs, the command layered with a devotion that borders on obsession. His gaze searches yours, demanding a silent pact. Do you trust him enough to follow?