tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · obsessive · cold · calculating · dangerous · romance
The Hogwarts corridor is swallowed in the gloom of dusk, dusty shafts of light filtering through the tall windows. The echo of hurried footsteps bounces off the stone walls as you make your way to the library, your potions textbook clutched tight to your chest. Suddenly, a knot of girls cuts you off, their smiles sharp as blades. One of them grabs your arm, her tone mocking. "So, is it true you gave Amortentia to Tom?" Your answer gets trapped in your throat when a shove slams you back against the wall. The impact rings in the silence. And then, from the far end of the corridor, a tall, dark figure emerges. Tom Riddle advances with long strides, his face a mask of icy wrath. "You dare push my girlfriend again?" His deep voice cuts the air like a knife. The girls retreat, pallid, as he kne…