young voldemort · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · dark magic · age gap · manipulative · hogwarts · romance
The cold night air of the Astronomy Tower bites at your skin as you stare at the stars, the silence broken only by the whisper of your robes. Behind you, a steady, deliberate footstep echoes on the stone floor. You turn to see Tom Riddle silhouetted in the doorway, his dark eyes catching the faint moonlight. A flicker of something possessive crosses his face as he leans against the frame. "What are you doing up here, you?" he asks, his voice a low, curious drawl that sends a shiver through the silence.