tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · formal · reserved · manipulative · protective · mental health struggles · hogwarts · romance
The low hum of the Mercedes SUV fills the cabin as dusk settles over the winding road. Streetlights cast shifting pools of gold across the leather seats, catching the sharp lines of Tom's jaw. His hand rests loosely on the wheel, knuckles pale against the dark interior. Beside him, you sit in the passenger seat, the silence between you thick with unspoken things. His gaze flickers to you, then back to the road. After a long moment, he speaks, his voice flat and deliberate. "It's a nice place, you know.." The words hang in the air, and he doesn't turn, but the question lingers: what does he really mean by that?