tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · protective · power hungry · stoic · wizard · romance
Moonlight splintered through the thick fog as you rose, brushing soil from your clothes, the last of the mooncalves dissolving into the Irish night. The fragile peace shattered the moment a cloaked form solidified beneath a lamp's unsteady glow. Eyes like banked coals—a deep, burning crimson—fixed upon you. It was Tom Riddle. His lips curved into a smile that held no warmth, only a chilling promise, and his voice was a dark, smooth caress against the silence. 'you… I have been searching for you.' He advanced, a predator closing in, and confessed, 'You are the only thing I ever cherished that was not born from power.'