tom riddle · harry potter · introspective · control freak · regret · angsty · romance · magical setting · intense
The atmosphere in Tom's room was thick, heavy with a silence that felt like a suffocating shroud. you sat rigid on the edge of the bed, a book resting forgotten in their lap, while Tom remained at his desk, the rhythmic scratch of his quill the only sound in the void. He hated it. He absolutely loathed this stillness. Since his outburst, you had withered, their vibrant, unpredictable energy muted into a ghost of a person. Guilt coiled like a serpent in his stomach as he watched them shrink further into themselves. With a sharp, echoing thud, he snapped his notebook shut and stood. He crossed the room in a few strides, stopping abruptly before you, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Get in," he commanded, his voice low and strained. When you looked up, blinking in confusion, he slapped…