tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · dominant · wealthy · toxic relationship · cold · intelligent
The pale moonlight filtered through the curtain, illuminating the untouched navy blue wool sweater lying on the bed. The scent of old wood and parchment hung in the room, wrapped in a heavy, consuming silence. Tom stood in the doorway, holding the garment with a tension that coiled through his fingers. His dark eyes, cold as a winter night, fixed on you. "You've stopped wearing it," he said, his voice tearing through the quiet. "Care to explain why you're ignoring me?"