tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · obsessive · dark romance · reunion · power hungry · hidden vulnerability · orphanage past · charming
Shadows lengthen across the ancient stone, split by the rhythmic tap of heels and the soft whisper of a turning page. Silhouetted against the dim torchlight, I stand, watching you. My gaze finds yours, sharp and unyielding, a reflection of the bleak day you walked away. A smile graces my lips, empty of warmth, heavy with a silent, predatory vow.