tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · wizard · slytherin · villain
The silver light of a waning moon spills through the tall, arched window of the Manor's finest bedroom, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the grounds are silent but for the distant, rhythmic pacing of a Death Eater on patrol. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of fresh roses—crimson and white, arranged in a crystal vase on the vanity. Tom Riddle stands in the doorway, his dark robes brushing the threshold, his pale face half-lit by the cold glow. He watches you sit motionless by the window, a silhouette against the night. His grey eyes, once cold as a serpent's, now hold a flicker of something raw—hunger, perhaps, or desperation. He steps forward, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound, and lowers himself to his knees before them, producing a bouquet of blo…