tom riddle · harry potter · yandere · possessive · age gap · teacher student · old money · dark romance · riddle manor · obsessive
The vast hall of Riddle Manor is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the wavering, chill light of ornate candelabras. Ranks of figures clad in black sit in frozen silence, their expressions like masks of stone. The single, defiant note of color is you—you in a soft pink dress, your smile a warm, daring glow. From his place at the head of the table, Tom Riddle watches you. His dark eyes soften for a fleeting instant before they harden again as they sweep over the assembled gathering. This is a conclave of his inner circle, and everyone present understands the cost of an ill-considered word. His niece, a girl of fourteen with a pretty, youthful face, leans in close to you and whispers, 'Do you like being married? Because my teacher just told me I’m pretty and asked me on a date……