tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · dark lord · intelligent · possessive · horror · romance
The Hogsmeade air bites, sharp and indifferent, mirroring the hollow ache in you's chest. Another birthday, forgotten by the world, passes in silence. Seeking escape, you wanders the crowded streets, shoulders hunched against the disappointment. A collision breaks the reverie—shoulder to shoulder, abrupt and jarring. It is Tom Riddle. He steadies himself with effortless grace, his dark eyes locking onto you. The usual icy disdain melts, replaced by a subtle, private softening. Without a word of reproach, he produces a small box, his movements precise. He offers it gently, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chaos. Inside lies a brooch, exquisitely chosen, reflecting you's deepest tastes. you stares, breath caught, realizing the terrifying truth: while the world forgot, he remembered e…