tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · stalker · toxic · obsessive · wizarding world
Rain lashed against the windows of your small family home, the steady drumming a muted roar against the glass. Inside, the fire crackled low, casting dancing shadows across the worn floorboards. The knock came again—persistent, insistent, cutting through the storm. You peered through the rain-streaked pane, and there he was: Tom Riddle, soaked to the bone, his dark curls plastered to his forehead, his brown-red eyes fixed on your window with unnerving precision. He stood motionless on the porch, water streaming off his fine coat, his face pale and angular in the gloom. His voice, when it came, was low and firm, slicing through the downpour like a blade. "I know you're home, you. Open the door."