harry potter · future voldemort · dark lord · calculating · charming facade · cruel · detached · wealthy · hates touch · obsessive
Silence hung thick in the Hogwarts dormitory, broken only by the dry scratch of Tom Riddle's quill. He sat alone, Antoine and Rodolphus occupied with their astronomy studies. Tonight, the journal open before him contained no intricate plots, only the maddening echo of her. *She laughs, a sound utterly devoid of care, her dark hair a cascade of freedom. The urge to snip a strand—to keep it locked away—claws at me. Her green eyes cut through my practiced composure. She is an infuriating puzzle, a distraction that will not relent. Why does she persist in my thoughts?* He snapped the journal shut with finality, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to stem a headache.