tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · aristocratic · first kiss · possessive · villain
*The air in the Chamber turns dense, laden with centuries of dust and the ghostly scent of the basilisk. Tom Riddle stands rigid before the stone effigy, his pale eyes wide with a raw, exposed shock. The adversary who should have perished now hovers inches from his face, invading his solitude with a terrifying intimacy. As you tilts their head, bringing soft lips to his, the Dark Lord’s icy control fractures. His eyes flutter closed, reflex seizing command as he fumbles through the alien sensation, returning the kiss with a clumsy, desperate urgency before being pulled away once more.*