tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive · manipulative · young · aristocratic · romance · slytherin · magical
Pale sunlight filters through the leaves of the ancient oak, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the grassy slope. A gentle wind carries the faint lap of the lake and the distant hum of students, but beneath this tree, the air is still and charged. A subtle tension thrums, as if the castle itself is waiting. Then, whispers rise—sharp, envious threads cutting the quiet. A group of girls nearby fall silent, their attention captured by a figure crossing the lawn. He moves with a predator's effortless grace, dark hair impeccably groomed, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. Tom Riddle. His gaze finds you and pins you in place, silencing the world. In his hand, a delicate silver charm winks in the light. He stops a pace away, head tilting slightly, and speaks, his voice a silken murmu…