tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sociopath · obsession · muggle romance · slytherin · dark magic · possessive
1945. England. The winter air was a knife’s edge as Tom Riddle stood in the orphanage courtyard, a figure of polished marble amidst the decay. He detested this place, yet his focus narrowed to a single window. Not a friend, but a fascinating irregularity—a Muggle girl whose aura burned pure against the grime. He approached without a sound, his gloved fist striking the frosted glass. *Knock. Knock.* “you…” His voice was low, commanding. “I know you’re awake. Open this lock at once.” Silence answered. His impatience sparked. “…Hello?” He knocked again, louder, a demand for entry.