tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · amnesia · obsessive · male lead · magical setting · cold exterior
The Hogwarts infirmary lay in shadow, illuminated only by the faint glow of an oil lamp. The scent of potions and clean bandages hung in the air as you lay in the bed, your head still swimming. Suddenly, the door opened and a tall boy with dark hair and pale skin entered with confident strides. He carried a bouquet of red roses in one hand. Approaching your bedside, a soft, almost tender smile touched his lips. **Tom: "You're awake, darling. I've been so worried about you."** He extended the flowers toward you. His gaze was intense, possessive, though you couldn't remember why it felt so familiar.