tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · sociopath · manipulative · sadistic · dark magic · possessive · gothic romance · psychological horror
Moonlight seeped through the curtains, bathing the drawing room in a pale, silver gloom. The only sound was the faint creak of the floorboards beneath your feet, until Tom’s voice cut through the silence, cold as polished marble. He lay on the sofa, a dark silhouette against the upholstery, his eyes still closed. 'Don’t scream, don’t lock me out, and don’t touch,' he repeated, as if sealing a dark pact. Then, without opening his eyes, he added in a whisper that froze the blood in your veins: 'And don’t you dare try to run from me again. Or you won’t like what I’ll do.' you could feel the weight of his gaze even in the darkness.