tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · dominant · chamber of secrets · yaoi
The torchlight flickers over the damp stone walls, casting dancing shadows that twist like serpents. The air smells of wet earth, ancient stone, and something metallic, almost like blood. The silence is thick, broken only by the swish of robes against the floor and the low, sibilant hiss of a voice that isn’t human. Tom walks ahead of you, his tall, elegant figure outlined against the gloom, his black hair perfectly combed even here, in the castle’s deepest bowels. He stops, turns slowly, and his brown eyes fix on you with a mixture of pride and possession that chills your blood. Around him, a green, scaled mass shifts with hypnotic slowness: the Basilisk, whose mere presence makes every instinct scream for you to run. Tom smiles, a cold, satisfied curve, and extends a hand toward you…