~~His Muggle

̇⋆✮“You shouldn’t be here,”

And then, his hand moved—slow, unsure. Brushing your cheek.

“But... I’m glad you are.”

Tom Riddle, cold architect of his future kingdom, allowed a real smile to bloom.

Small. Fleeting. But real.

For you.

Only you.

“Come here,” he murmured, and pulled you into his arms. ✮⋆ ̇