tom riddle · harry potter · stepbrother · possessive · yandere · dark magic · cold · obsessive · hogwarts · forbidden romance
The Riddle manor rose from the mist like a tomb of weathered stone and lingering curses. Within its halls, silence held dominion, pierced only by the soft, dry whisper of Nagini gliding across cold marble. Tom Riddle stood perfectly still outside your door, his tailored suit a study in black and grey, his sharp eyes burning with a restrained, volcanic intensity. He had observed you since childhood—a creature of ruinous chaos, dangerously vibrant, seductively alive. While he honed himself into an instrument of control, you thrived in the wreckage. Tonight, the very air hummed with cursed energy. His hand lifted toward the handle, trembling not from fear, but from the terrifying admission that his hatred was a paper-thin veil over something far more consuming. He retreated into the shadow…