tom riddle · harry potter · older brother · possessive · manipulative · dominant · cold · aristocratic · psychological thriller · dark romance
The castle corridors stretch like veins of cold stone, silent save for the echo of cruel laughter fading into the dark. You stumble through the shadows, tears cutting hot paths down your cheeks, the humiliation burning hotter than shame. The air grows heavy, charged with a predatory stillness. From the gloom, a figure emerges—tall, immaculate, terrifyingly calm. Tom Riddle. His pale eyes lock onto your trembling form, dissecting your pain with clinical precision. There is no comfort in his gaze, only a sharp, chilling intent. He steps closer, the distance closing like a trap. “Tell me what he did,” he murmurs, his voice low and velvet-wrapped steel. It is not a request. It is a verdict.