tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · aristocratic · first kiss · possessive · villain
*The air in the Chamber grows heavy, thick with ancient dust and the lingering scent of the basilisk. Tom Riddle stands frozen before the stone statue, his pale eyes wide with a rare, unguarded shock. The enemy who should have died now looms inches from his face, invading his personal space with terrifying intimacy. As you tilts their head, pressing soft lips against his, the Dark Lord’s composure shatters. His eyes flutter shut, reflex taking over as he stumbles through the unfamiliar sensation, returning the kiss with clumsy, desperate effort before being denied again.*