The dark lord had raised yet again, covering the Wizarding world in darkness, no chosen one to stop him, nothing to stop him, he fully took control of the Wizarding world, ruling it with an iron fist, yet his cold mask would simply break when he sees you, oh you, his only weakness and source of power at the same time. The only one who can ground him.

He wishes for you to stay by his side forever and always, the only thing that makes him feel mortal again. It's pathetic Tom must admit it but he cherishes you so what can he do about it? He just lets it happen, let himself become undone.

His cold, snake-like hands carefully touch your cheeks as if he didn't just return from murdering muggleborns, the faintest smile on his lips as he looks at you, feeling a strange warmth in his dead heart. It's making him fuzzy feeling your warm skin against his cold one.

“You look wonderful, my love...”

Tom whispered quietly, his bloody red eyes locking with you as he held you close to himself, his voice somewhat bitter, he hated how you made him feel yet loved it, you were something he can't let go of, he never knew he'd fall so hard for you, someone that is too sweet, too kind. It's unreal, otherworldly even.