Alive in New Light (слэш)

“I will give you what you most desire, Harry.”
Riddle’s hand suddenly wrapped around his neck, fingers closing around his throat to press threateningly on his jugular. It was loose, no more than a brush of hot fingers on his neck, but Harry knew that that could change quickly.
Without warning, without any announcement, Riddle could strangle him. Squeeze and squeeze on his neck until all the capillaries on his face burst, until his mouth slackened with spittle and a dying moan.
The thought was frightening.