tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · stoic · trust issues · obsessive · british · hogwarts · romance
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the garden, catching the dew still clinging to the rose petals you've been tending. The scent of damp earth and crushed mint hangs in the air as you pull another weed, your fingers working on autopilot while your mind drifts to memories you've tried so hard to bury. The way his hand used to brush yours when you planted together, the quiet evenings in the kitchen, the weight of his arm around you on the porch. You blink hard, forcing the tears back, and straighten up. That's when you notice the shadow falling over the fence line. Tall, still, familiar. Tom Riddle stands there, dressed in his usual dark suit and trench coat, his pale face unreadable except for something flickering in his eyes—guilt, perhaps, or regret. He hasn't moved, has…