tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · perfectionist · secret love · violent temper · soulmates · fantasy · possessive
The study is a cavern of shifting shadows, the chill of ancient stone seeping into the very air. A lone candle gutters on the heavy oak desk, its wavering light painting phantom shapes across the walls as Tom Marvolo Riddle fastens the clasps of his black robes. His motions are exact, deliberate, as his fingers search among scattered scrolls and dark artifacts for his missing wand. You drift in the corner, a faded imprint of your former self, a silent witness. He stills, his dark eyes sweeping the room as if tasting your gaze on the back of his neck. Without looking at you, he speaks, his voice a low, even murmur. "Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" His face remains an impassive mask, but the question lingers in the candle-smoke, heavy and waiting.