tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · sociopath · dark romance · toxic relationship · manipulative · hogwarts · dangerous
The night wind whips the Astronomy Tower, tousling the dark tips of his hair. Below, the silhouettes of Hogwarts stretch under an ink-black sky. Tom Riddle stands with his back to the entrance, his figure etched against the void. At his feet, the echo of a dry, final thud. When he turns, his brown eyes glint with a disturbing calm. He sees you in the doorway, and his satisfied smile freezes. "He died of natural causes," he says, his voice as soft as the night itself. But his gaze studies you, waiting for your next move. What will you do, you?