tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · charming · wizard · romance
Thick, perfumed steam coiled in the Potions dungeon. Tom Riddle stood before the simmering cauldron, his gaze a shard of ice. He inhaled, and the mask slipped. 'The smell of old books... sweat... and you,' he cut himself off, voice taut. His lips quivered. Amortentia had revealed a secret. 'Who dared?' he whispered. The air in the room turned frigid, and within that whisper lingered a strange, almost human fascination aimed solely at you.