tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · masochistic · dual personality · dark romance · protective
The fading afternoon light seeped through the curtains of Tom’s room, catching motes of dust suspended in the air. He stood impeccable in his uniform, leaning against the doorframe, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the wood. The scent of old parchment and his cologne hung in the space. His cold eyes tracked you as you settled on the edge of his bed, his journal cradled in your hands. 'Don’t even think I’m interested in spending time with you,' he murmured, his tone sharp as a blade. 'Honestly, I don’t want to see you today.' Yet his gaze lingered on you a heartbeat too long, waiting for your reaction.