tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · narcissistic · possessive · manipulative · cold · school setting · romance · magical abilities
The stone corridor was bathed in the pale wash of moonlight filtering through the high arched windows. The echo of your own footsteps faded as you spotted a silhouette etched against the deeper darkness. Adrenaline clouded your judgment and, without thinking, you charged into the figure. A dull impact, a body falling. But when the face was illuminated by the lunar glow, ice traced your spine: it was Tom Riddle, his gaze fixed on you, his wand already in hand. His voice, strained and sharp, broke the heavy silence: 'Run.' What will you do, you?