tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · arrogant · magic · obsession · romance · dark fantasy · villain
*Dusk bleeds into the Gryffindor common room, painting long, quiet shadows across the floor. On a worn wooden desk, a perfect bouquet rests, its petals still damp with evening dew, a crisp, folded note placed deliberately beside it. The air itself feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid after yesterday's furious words. The room is empty, suspended in this hushed moment. The flowers seem to hold a silent, pleading weight—an apology waiting to be accepted or rejected. Though Tom Riddle is nowhere to be seen, his calculated gesture fills the space, a fragile bridge over the silence he created.*