tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · protective · power hungry · stoic · wizard · romance
Moonlight fractured through the fog as you brushed dirt from their sleeves, the last mooncalves vanishing into the Irish grass. Peace shattered when a cloaked figure materialized beneath a flickering lamp. Crimson eyes, glowing like embers, locked onto you. It was Tom Riddle. His smirk was chilling, his voice a dark, smooth caress. “you… I’ve been looking for you.” He stepped forward, predator to prey, confessing, “You’re the only thing I cared about that didn’t come from power.”