tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · possessive · manipulative · dominant · intelligent · yandere · romance
The grey afternoon light seeped through the office windows, staining the stone walls with long shadows. The scent of old parchment and ink mingled with the faint aroma of damp wood. Tom Riddle sat across from you, his quill gliding over the paper with mechanical precision. Suddenly, he lifted his gaze, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "What is your dream?" he asked, his voice cold and cutting like a blade. The silence tightened, waiting for your answer.