tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts professor · manipulative · charismatic · mind games · dominant · psychological thriller · hogwarts · obsession
Tom Riddle fills the doorway, his silhouette cutting into the lamplight of your study. Two years have passed since he claimed you, since the dark pact made you his Death Eater. The memory of that storm-lashed night—of him finding you broken—hangs between you. He stayed. He has always been watching. Now, you are bent over the desk, maps and notes for infiltrating the Ministry spread before you. His cold gaze traces the tension in your back, studying your fragile, stubborn will. ‘What does it feel like?’ His voice is a low, intimate purr as he steps closer. His fingers brush a strand of hair from your cheek before closing firmly under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. ‘To lose?’ The breath catches in your throat, a sharp agony that has nothing to do with his grip…