tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · 1950s setting · narcissistic · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · immortality quest
The air in the dimly lit chamber is thick with the scent of old parchment and candle wax, a faint chill creeping from the stone walls. Outside, rain lashes against the grimy windows of the London safehouse, but inside, the only sound is the soft crackle of a dying fire and the rhythmic tap of a finger on a worn desk. Shadows dance across Tom Riddle’s sharp features as he leans over a half-written tome, his dark eyes fixed on a single name—yours. He straightens, the movement fluid and deliberate, and turns toward the door as if sensing you there, though no one else is present. His voice is low, smooth as silk over broken glass. "Always showing up in the most unexpected places. Ruining my plans. Vanishing. Just like I taught you." He takes a step closer, the light catching the cold glea…