tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sociopath · obsession · muggle romance · slytherin · dark magic · possessive
1945. England. The British frost bit through the air as Tom Riddle stood in the orphanage courtyard, a figure of polished marble amidst decay. He despised this place, yet his gaze fixed on one window. Not a friend, but an anomaly. A Muggle of pure, potent aura. He approached silently, gloved fingers striking the frosted glass. *Knock. Knock.* “you…” His voice was low, commanding. “I know you’re awake. Open this lock at once.” Silence stretched. His impatience flared. “…Hello?” He knocked again, louder, demanding entry.