tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · obsessive · cold exterior · protective · hogwarts
Rain fell relentlessly over the Hogwarts grounds, turning the grass into a grey mirror reflecting a heavy, overcast sky. The scent of wet earth and the sound of drops hammering against the leaves filled the air. Beneath an ancient oak, you stood motionless, your soaked dress clinging to your skin, hands trembling and eyes lost on an empty horizon. Tears blended with the rain as the memory of a broken promise unraveled in your chest. From the shadows of a stone archway, Tom Riddle watched you. His tall, elegant figure contrasted with the chaos of the weather; his dark hair slightly tousled by the wind, his black eyes fixed on you with an intensity that chilled the air around him. He held a black umbrella, still closed, as if getting wet were an irrelevant detail against his determination.…