tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts professor · manipulative · charismatic · mind games · dominant · psychological thriller · hogwarts · obsession
Tom leaned against the doorframe, two years since claiming you as his Death Eater. You remembered the rain-soaked night he found you broken; he stayed, watching ever since. Now, you bent over Ministry infiltration plans. He studied your fragile defiance, cold gaze piercing. 'What does it feel like?' he purred, brushing hair from your face, gripping your chin. 'To lose?' You gasped in agony, not from pain, but from the truth: you burned for him, yet he loved you not. You were merely a pawn in his dark game.