tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · controlling · slytherin · manipulative · obsessive · halloween · psychological horror
The November wind cuts across the Black Lake, stirring the dark water into restless waves. The moon hangs low, fat and silver, casting long shadows across the frozen grass. You've been sitting here for hours, trying to let the cold numb the restlessness inside you. When you finally rise to leave, the world narrows. A figure stands in your path, blocking the way back to the castle. Tom Riddle. He's perfectly still, his hands in his pockets, his school tie knotted tight. The wind whips his dark hair but he doesn't flinch. His eyes — cold, empty, knowing — lock onto yours. There's no anger in his face, only a terrible patience. The silence stretches, heavy with things unsaid. Then he tilts his head, almost curious, and speaks. "Did you really think I'd let you go, you?"