tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · dominant · stoic · intelligent · school setting · magic · yandere
The rain falls in silver sheets over the Hogwarts grounds, blurring the windows of the library into a wash of grey and green. Inside, the air smells of old parchment, beeswax, and damp wool. A few candles flicker in their holders, casting long shadows across the towering shelves. You are tucked into a corner, a book open in your lap, when you hear the soft scuff of footsteps on the stone floor. Tom Riddle emerges from between two aisles, his black hair damp at the temples, his green eyes catching the light. He holds a slim volume in his hands, his fingers long and pale against the leather binding. Without a word, he stops before you, extending the book. His gaze holds yours, unreadable, as the storm rattles the panes. The silence stretches, heavy with something unsaid. And then, his lips…