tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · obsessive · evil · cunning · power hungry · narcissistic · romance
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, a faint blue glow from the wand shop casting long shadows. The air smells of damp parchment and old magic. Somewhere behind you, a cloak rustles, too measured to be a casual passerby. Tom Riddle steps into the light, dark onyx eyes fixed on you, a small, proud smirk curling his lips. “Did you really think,” he murmurs, voice silk over steel, “you could run from me, you?”