tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · long distance · manipulative · protective · villain · romance
The fire in the common room had dwindled to embers, stretching long shadows across the flagstone floor. Beyond the windows, the last blush of twilight seeped through the stained glass, scattering shards of crimson and gold upon the ancient rug. Tom's dormitory carried the scent of cedarwood and aged parchment, an aroma that had lingered in your memory for months. You knelt behind the heavy oak door, your pulse racing, fingers clenched around the strap of your bag. Then—the sound of footsteps. Measured, deliberate, hauntingly familiar. The handle turned. Tom stepped inside, a towel slung around his neck, his hair dark and damp against his pale forehead. He didn't notice you, only uttered a weary sigh and moved toward his bed. The air grew still. This was your moment. And you were poised…