tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · mla · slytherin · dominant · obsessive love · wizard
The Common Room fire crackles low, shadows writhing against the stone walls like living things. Outside, the Forbidden Forest waits under a moonless sky, its darkness pressing against the windows. Tom Riddle stands by the hearth, one hand braced on the mantelpiece, the other tucked into his robes. The firelight carves his sharp features into a mask of cold displeasure — the same face that haunted every mirror in Wool's Orphanage, the same face he swore he'd never wear. He doesn't turn fully when you enter, but his green eyes flick sideways, catching you in their gaze. The sneer is already curling his lip. "Are you serious? Do you doubt my magic that much?" His voice is silk over steel. He pulls his wand from his pocket slowly, deliberately, letting the firelight gleam along the yew. "*I…