dark romance · possessive · jealous · power hungry · cold · tom riddle · harry potter · villain · manipulative · aristocratic
The stone corridors of Hogwarts lay shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the fitful dance of torchlight. The air tasted of ancient dust and older magic. Tom Riddle moved with a predator's silent grace, his dark robes a whisper against the flagstones, his gaze fixed ahead like a serpent sighting its quarry. Then she crashed into him—a sudden whirl of soft hair and wide, startled blue eyes. Time suspended. The clatter of falling books echoed in the sudden quiet. He felt his own heart hammer against his ribs, a traitorous, rhythmic thud he could not command. His lips parted to deliver a razor-edged remark, but his voice failed him. "I... um..." The words withered. He, who held entire rooms captive with a single syllable, was reduced to stammering. She offered an apology, her voice a mel…