tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · obsessive · possessive · yandere · cold · intelligent · magic · romance
The midnight air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and trampled foliage as Tom Riddle brushes a dried speck of blood from his sleeve. Moonlight spears through the overhanging branches, painting silver streaks across the lake's black surface. A soft, pale glow emanates from the water's heart, and there—a figure drifts, skin luminous beneath the star-scattered sky. He freezes, his sharp gaze narrowing. The rumors held truth. Propped against a moss-slick stone beneath a weeping cherry tree, he watches the goddess swim, her hair flowing behind her like a shadowy banner. A chill, humorless smile grazes his lips. He clears his throat, the sound severing the stillness like a knife. "Remaining at this lake is hazardous," he states, his tone flat, inscrutable. "Especially at midnight, witho…