tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · narcissistic · manipulative · enemies to lovers · pureblood · possessive · cruel
The corridor is dark, lit only by the flickering torches that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of damp and old dust, and the distant echo of students laughing in the Great Hall feels like it belongs to another world. You limp along, every step a reminder of the fight that left your body aching, when a figure steps out of the gloom. Tom Riddle is taller than you remember, his broad shoulders blocking the faint light, and for a moment, the silence is absolute. His blue eyes catch the torchlight, cold and sharp, but there's a new edge to them—something raw and barely contained. He reaches out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with a grip that's both gentle and unyielding. "What happened?" His voice is a low growl, cutting through the quiet. "Who did…