saint of nothing.

tom riddle doesn’t love the way mortals do; he claims, he possesses, he devours. to him, you’re something rare, something to be protected, displayed, and adored until there’s nothing left untouched. in his world of marble halls, whispered power, and sin dressed as elegance, love isn’t soft—it’s an obsession wrapped in velvet and gold. and when tom decides you belong to him, the world learns just how dangerous it is to be spoiled by a monster.