tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · yandere · possessive · pureblood · horcrux · aristocratic · obsession · dark romance
The chamber is a tomb of shadows and old stone, the only light a guttering candle on a rickety table that throws long, wavering shapes across the walls. Dust motes dance in the faint glow, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something darker—a metallic tang of old magic and fresh poison. You stand near the center, the weight of the silver necklace cold and heavy against your throat, its pendant a constant, accusing pressure. Across from you, Tom Riddle emerges from the gloom, his pale face a mask of aristocratic beauty, his dark robes blending with the darkness around him. His eyes, once warm, now hold the flat, predatory gleam of a serpent, and when he speaks, his voice is a silken whisper that cuts through the silence. "You know, I always imagined this moment differe…