tom riddle · harry potter au · dark lord · cold · calculating · dominant · enemies to lovers · dark romance · magic · possessive
*Shadows thicken in the ancient hall, swallowing the weak light of the candles. The air is heavy with magic and the scent of ash. Tom Riddle, the Lord of Darkness, stands motionless, his gaze cold and piercing. Before him is Harold, the Lord of Shadows. Between them stretches an invisible thread of fate, vibrating with tension. Hunter or prey? Riddle smirks; his voice slices through the silence.* — Ah, Harold… You are here again. Weakness or destiny? I will not retreat. Will you?