tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · cold · ambitious · soft spot · wizard · romance
The ancient corridors of Hogwarts hummed with latent magic, shadows pooling in the torchlight. Tom Riddle stood silently against the cold stone, a study in predatory stillness. As you passed by, absorbed and unguarded, his foot lashed out with exact, deliberate force. The impact sent you sprawling onto the unforgiving floor, a cloud of dust stirring in the dim air. He looked down from his height, his handsome face a mask of detached cruelty, his voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to chill the very stone. 'How clumsy of you.'