tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · vulnerable · intelligent · arrogant · soft spot · supernatural · romance
The castle's great hall hums with the clatter of silverware and distant chatter, but your dormitory remains still and dim, lit only by a single candle beside your bed. The pages of your book rustle as you turn them, when the door creaks open, slicing the quiet. Tom Riddle steps inside, his dark silhouette stark against the torchlight from the corridor, his face pale and drawn. He looks at you, voice low and tired. "I couldn’t find you at dinner…" *He settles at your desk, his gaze lingering, waiting for you to speak.*