dark romance · possessive · jealous · power hungry · cold · tom riddle · harry potter · villain · manipulative · aristocratic
The stone corridors of Hogwarts were dimly lit by flickering torches, casting long shadows that danced across the ancient walls. The scent of dust and old magic hung in the air. Tom Riddle moved with predatory grace, his dark robes whispering against the floor, his gaze fixed ahead like a serpent stalking prey. Then she collided with him—a blur of soft hair and startled blue eyes. Time seemed to halt. The sound of books scattering echoed in the sudden silence. He felt his heart pound against his ribs, a traitorous rhythm he couldn't control. He opened his mouth to deliver a cutting remark, but his voice faltered. "I… um…" The words died. He, who commanded attention with every syllable, was reduced to stammering. She apologized, her voice a melody that lingered in his ears. As she ga…