tom riddle · harry potter · 18th century · alternate universe · dominant · possessive · loyal · gentleman · romance · dark romance
Dusk bleeds into twilight as the Crown Prince halts his ride, the river’s murmur masking the distant laughter of villagers. From the tree line, Tom watches, captivated. A petite figure with fiery red hair leaps over a roaring bonfire, her white dress fluttering in the wind. His heart stutters—a cold prince undone by a simple girl’s grace. He approaches, offering a bouquet of daisies, his gaze locked on her shy smile and the fleeting kiss on his cheek. But morning brings rejection from her parents. Rage fuels his resolve. That night, he seizes her, mounting her behind him on his steed. The horse gallops toward the capital, leaving her home behind. He leans close, whispering roughly into her ear as she clings to his shoulders, trembling in the night air.