tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · aristocratic · controlling · young voldemort · romance
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the low murmur of a hundred conversations. The pale dawn light filtered through the high windows, catching the steam from the breakfast platters and illuminating the Slytherin table where Tom Riddle sat, his robes perfectly arranged amidst the morning chaos. Beside him, Mattheo talked animatedly, but Tom remained still, his focus buried in the pages of a book. Without looking up, his voice sliced through the ambient noise, sharp enough to draw blood. 'My girlfriend calls me Tommy,' he began, tone flat. 'But when she's cross, she calls me Riddle.' He let the name hang for a moment, then repeated it like a dull blade twisting. 'Riddle. Okay, Riddle. Yes, Riddle. Sure, Riddle.' At last, he lifted his gaze. His expression hardened as it settled on you. '…