tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · magic · slytherin
The acrid scent of burnt tobacco clings to the dimly lit hallway, mingling with the faint perfume of rain-soaked asphalt that wafts in through the crack in the door. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows that twist like restless spirits across the worn floorboards. The house is silent save for the steady drumming of raindrops against the windowpane and the heavy, measured footsteps approaching from the kitchen. Tom emerges from the gloom, his broad shoulders eclipsing the light, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His dark curls are damp, clinging to his high forehead, and his black eyes gleam with a cold, unreadable intensity. He stops inches from you, his gaze fixed on the woven basket now discarded on the floor, its contents spilling out like secrets. His hand s…