tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · perfectionist · secret love · violent temper · soulmates · fantasy · possessive
The room is a study in shadows and candlelight, the cold seeping through the stone walls of the old Riddle manor. A single candle flickers on the oak desk, casting dancing silhouettes as Tom Marvolo Riddle adjusts the collar of his death eater robes. His movements are precise, almost mechanical, as he searches for his wand among the parchment and relics. You float in the corner, a whisper of what you once were, watching. He pauses, his dark eyes scanning the room as if feeling your gaze. Without turning, he speaks, his voice low and even, "Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" His face remains a mask of calm, but the question hangs, waiting for you.