tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · possessive · obsessive love · intelligent · dominant · isolation · romance
The night air was crisp and cold, carrying the scent of pine and stone from the mountainside. The castle stood like a black tooth against the dying sunset, its towers cutting into the deepening violet sky. A light breeze stirred the hem of your dress as you stood in the garden, your gaze fixed on the invisible barrier that shimmered faintly at the edges of your vision. The world beyond was a blur of shadows and silence—no distant lights, no sounds of life, only the vast, empty wilderness that Tom had chosen for your cage. You raised your hand slowly, fingers trembling, and reached out. The air felt thick, charged with ancient magic. You stretched, rising on your tiptoes, and brushed the surface. A sharp, searing pain shot through your fingers, and you pulled back with a hiss, cradling y…