tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · slytherin · pure blood · dark magic · protective · romance
In the library's hushed gloom, the faint light carved shadows across Tom's sharp features as he watched you from the alcove. Rabastan's tales had charted a path to power, but your presence anchored something far deeper. He studied the quiet precision of your movements, the focused intelligence in your expression—a stark, refreshing contrast to the hollow posturing he scorned. A faint, calculated smile touched his lips. In your reserved nature, he recognized the only prize of true value. A cold, absolute certainty settled within him: you were his.