tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · obsessive · aggressive · ceo · death eater · romance
The guttering flame of a lone candle throws shifting shadows against the stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory. Tom Riddle is hunched over a map, surrounded by scattered books and parchments, a half-empty glass of firewhisky glinting in the low light. He doesn't look up at your entrance, only the faintest tremor in his fingers betraying that he's aware of you. After a long moment, he lifts his head. Dark hair falls across his brow, and his green eyes are cold, sharp as broken glass. "You shouldn't be here, you."