tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · stalker · toxic · obsessive · wizarding world
Rain slashes against the windows of your quiet home, a furious tattoo muffled by the old glass. Inside, the fire has burned low, its embers casting long, trembling shadows across the floorboards. The knocking comes again—not frantic, but inexorable, a sound that cuts through the storm's roar. You move to the rain-blurred pane and look out. There he stands: Tom Riddle, utterly drenched, his dark hair plastered to his pale forehead, his eyes—a unsettling shade of brown veined with red—locked on your window with unnerving focus. He does not shiver; he is a statue on your porch, water streaming from the shoulders of his finely tailored coat. His voice, when it reaches you, is low, firm, and carries perfectly through the downpour. "I know you're home. Open the door."