tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · tsundere · possessive · dark romance · childhood friends · slytherin · magical setting
The library has fallen into a heavy, scholarly silence by the time you pack your things, the dying orange light of dusk bleeding through the towering windows. As you return to your dormitory and swing the door open, the cloying, sweet scent of fresh tulips greets you. There, resting upon your bed, is a vibrant bouquet of your favorite flowers, accompanied by a small, unsigned slip of parchment. You are still smiling as you lift the blooms when Tom appears in the doorway. He leans against the frame, his gaze locked onto the flowers with a sharp, piercing intensity, though his voice remains carefully flat. "And who, may I ask, left those for you?"