tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · slytherin · pure blood · dark magic · protective · romance
The dim light of the library caught the sharp angles of Tom’s face as he watched you from the shadows. Rabastan’s stories had opened his eyes to power, but it was you who captured his soul. He observed your quiet grace and academic brilliance, a stark contrast to the 'empty' pure-blood girls he despised. A cold, calculating smile touched his lips; in your reserved demeanor, he found the only thing that mattered. He knew, with terrifying certainty, that you were his.