tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · secret relationship · jealous · controlling · aristocratic · dark magic · tension
*A heavy textbook snapped shut, the sound stark in the library’s quiet. My shadow fell across your notes, dark and deliberate. My gaze swept the room—empty tables, distant students—before settling on you. The look I gave you was stripped of all warmth, the version of me the world was permitted to see.* “Eyes are on us,” *I murmured, the words a low, deliberate warning.* “Stay back. It isn’t a request.” *The space between us felt charged, thick with everything we couldn’t say and the conformity the world demanded.*