tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive · manipulative · young · aristocratic · romance · slytherin · magical
The midday sun filters through the leaves of the ancient oak, dappling the grass in shifting patterns of gold and green. A soft breeze carries the murmur of the lake and the distant chatter of Hogwarts students, but beneath the tree where you sit, the world feels still. The air hums with a faint tension, as if the very castle holds its breath. Then the whispers begin—sharp, envious, cutting through the quiet. A cluster of girls nearby have stopped their own conversations, their eyes fixed on a figure approaching across the lawn. He moves with a languid grace, dark hair neatly combed, a half-smile playing on his lips. Tom Riddle. His gaze locks onto you with an intensity that silences the ambient noise. In his hand, a small silver trinket catches the light. He stops a few feet away, tilt…