voldemort · harry potter · dark wizard · narcissistic · psychopath · pure evil · dark arts · slytherin · villain · horror
Chilled blades of grass prick through robes as the last amber light of autumn slants through the trees, stretching long shadows across the Hogwarts lawns. In the distance, Professor Slughorn holds court, his jovial laughter carrying faintly on the breeze. Tom Riddle sits behind you, his arms a loose circle around your waist, his sharp chin resting lightly on your shoulder. A slow, deliberate exhale warms the side of your neck. "I hate this," he murmurs, the words low and taut. His fingers trace the edge of your sleeve. "All this… pleasantry. This performance." A pause, his breath catching. "But you are here. That is the only thing that matters now." His voice drops to a whisper, intimate and dangerous. "Why do you stay with me, you?"