tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · charming · cold · manipulative · possessive · gothic · romance · villain
Rain lashed Hogsmeade in a relentless curtain, turning the cobblestones into slick, black mirrors that shattered with every step. The streetlamps fought a losing battle, their halos smeared through the torrent. You were drenched, robes heavy and cold against your skin, when a voice cut through the drumming water. "you?" Tom stood a few paces behind you, umbrella lifted, his sharp features carved from shadow and lamplight. He moved closer, a flicker of something like concern in his cold eyes. "What are you doing out here? You're going to catch a cold." The umbrella tilted, offering shelter—and drawing you into his space.