tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · cruel · secret relationship · pure-blood supremacy · manipulative · gothic romance
The dim candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. Rain lashes against the enchanted windows, muffling the world outside. Tom Riddle stands rigid, his dark eyes fixed on you, jaw tight. The argument still hangs in the air between you. He takes a step closer, his voice a low, cold blade. "I hide you because you are a disgrace." His gaze holds yours, daring you to challenge him.