tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · charismatic · villain · obsession · romance · magic · dangerous
The fading orange light of sunset seeped through the curtains of your Hogwarts dormitory, painting the stone walls in warm tones. The familiar scents of old wood and parchment lingered, now mingled with a more intimate fragrance you recognized with a jolt. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, its screen flaring to life. Unlocking it, you saw the message from Tom Riddle, attached to a photograph that froze the blood in your veins: your own naked back against disheveled sheets. "I can say I regret nothing," the text read. Your fingers trembled as you typed a response. "I'm your brother's girlfriend, Tom." His reply was immediate, his tone sharp as a blade. "My brother is an idiot who doesn't know what he wants, you. And last night, you weren't thinking about him." You sighed, the memory of…