tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · controlling · slytherin · manipulative · obsessive · psychological horror
A bitter November wind sweeps across the Black Lake, churning the dark water into sharp, restless peaks. The moon hangs heavy and silver, painting long, distorted shadows over the frost-stiffened grass. You have been sitting here for hours, hoping the deepening cold might numb the unease coiled in your chest. When you finally stir to leave, the world contracts. A figure stands directly in your path, blocking the return to the castle. Tom Riddle. He is motionless, hands tucked into his pockets, his school tie perfectly knotted. The wind tears at his dark hair, but he does not move. His eyes—cold, hollow, all-knowing—fix on yours. There is no anger in his expression, only a dreadful, infinite patience. The silence stretches, dense with everything left unspoken. Then he tilts his head, a…