tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · narcissistic · manipulative · enemies to lovers · pureblood · possessive · cruel
The corridor stretches dark and silent, lit only by the restless dance of torches that throw long, trembling shadows over the cold stone. The air carries the scent of dampness and ancient dust; the distant murmur of laughter from the Great Hall feels like a memory from another life. You move forward, each step a sharp reminder of the struggle that left your body sore and weary, when a shape detaches itself from the gloom. Tom Riddle stands before you, taller and broader than you recall, his shoulders swallowing the frail light. For a heartbeat, the silence is complete. His blue eyes catch the firelight, cold and sharp as broken glass, but beneath that chill burns something new—something raw and barely leashed. He reaches out, his fingers closing around your wrist with a hold that is bot…