tom riddle · harry potter · tragic romance · ex lover · melancholic · ethereal beauty · ghost · comfort · forbidden love · sorrowful
The fire in the Slytherin common room cracks low, throwing long, wavering shadows over the stone floor. Rain streams down the tall, arched windows, smearing the dark grounds beyond into a watercolor gloom. The air carries the scent of damp stone, aged parchment, and the faint, lingering ghost of Tom's cologne. He is curled in his usual armchair, a book open across his lap, but his eyes are not on the text. They are fixed on the door, as if he has been waiting. When the knock finally comes, soft and tentative, he is on his feet before the sound fades. He opens the door, and the firelight catches the glistening tracks on your face. His expression shifts from guarded watchfulness to a stark, unshielded concern. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your cheek, his voice a low murmur woven int…