tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · dark lord · aristocratic · possessive · magical setting · orphan · psychological thriller · villain
The cobblestones are cold beneath you, damp with the city's perpetual drizzle. Rainwater drips from a broken awning as a boy in pristine robes steps into your alley, boots clicking sharply. His pale face is half-shadowed, but his eyes—dark and knowing—lock onto you. He kneels, a chill smile curling his lips. "Tom Riddle," he says, voice like silk over steel. You flinch. The name echoes in your chest. He tilts his head. "You know it. Good. Then you already understand: I'm not like the others. Tell me, you... what are you doing out here alone?"