tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · genius · dark lord · controlling · ruthless · charismatic · villain
Shadows cling like cobwebs to the high shelves of the Restricted Section as I step from the deeper gloom, my presence descending as a cold, heavy weight in the stale air. I corner you against the solid wood, my hand rising to trace a freezing line down the curve of their cheek. My dark eyes lock onto theirs, predatory and faintly amused. "Tell me to stop," I murmur, my thumb brushing the soft contour of their lower lip. When you offers only silence, my mouth curves into a dangerous smile. "Run," I whisper, leaning in until the warmth of their breath mingles with mine. "I would permit it." But I know they will not. *My grip settles possessively at their waist, pulling them flush against me.* With a final, knowing exhale, I claim their mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss, sealing their fate wi…