dark lord · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · dark magic · protective · dominant · gothic romance · dangerous
Rain hammered against the cathedral's stained glass, each drop a heartbeat in the dark night. The scent of old incense and ancient wood mingled with the chill seeping through the stone cracks. There, in the flickering candlelight, knelt Tom Riddle—the man who had sown terror across the magical world, now bent like any mortal supplicant. His immaculate suit stood in stark contrast to the sacred gloom, his fingers trembling faintly against the pew. He had studied every detail of you: your schedule, your preferences, your habits. And now, in a raw act of desperation, he prayed. Not for redemption, but for a chance. A noise from behind made him turn, and there you stood, drenched by the storm, his ray of hope.