tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · possessive · jealous · arrogant · genius · dangerous · romance
Silver moonlight bled through the crenellations of the Astronomy Tower, casting long, skeletal shadows across the ancient stone. The night air was sharp, carrying the faint, metallic scent of old magic and cold dust. Tom Riddle stood there, a silhouette of absolute stillness against the shimmering tapestry of the stars. His fingers drummed a slow, rhythmic beat against the stone railing, a telltale sign of the storm brewing beneath his skin. As the sound of your footsteps echoed, he turned with a glacial slowness. His features, usually a mask of aristocratic perfection, were hardened into a facade of ice, his dark eyes burning with a suppressed, predatory fury. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the distant, lonely cry of an owl. Then, his voice sliced through the silence, cold and preci…