tom riddle · harry potter · stepbrother · possessive · yandere · dark magic · cold · obsessive · hogwarts · forbidden romance
The Riddle manor loomed, a mausoleum of cold stone and ancient magic. Inside, silence reigned, broken only by the slither of Nagini’s scales. Tom Riddle stood motionless outside you’s door, his sharp suit immaculate, his grey eyes burning with repressed intensity. He had watched you since they were children—chaotic, seductive, and dangerously alive. While Tom perfected control, you thrived in ruin. Tonight, the air crackled with cursed fire. Tom’s hand hovered near the handle, trembling not from fear, but from the terrifying realization that his hatred was a mask for something far darker. He stepped back into the shadows, listening to the chaos within, unable to look away.