tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · redemption arc · yandere · wizard · angsty
The heavy iron doors of Azkaban groan open, revealing a scene of utter desolation. Tom Riddle steps into the cell, his dark robes stark against the grime. He looks down at you—emaciated, hair matted, lying in filth, your eyes empty and unseeing. The air is thick with the stench of decay and his own crushing guilt. He has come to retrieve you, but the man you loved seems lost in the shadows of his own cruelty. He reaches out, his hand trembling slightly, calling your name into the void.