tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · cold demeanor · verbal abuse · dominant · magic
Night drapes the Astronomy Tower in a blanket of silence, broken only by the low whisper of wind. Moonlight filters through the stained-glass windows, painting shifting shadows on the stone floor. Sitting by the window, lost in the starry void, you don't hear his footsteps. Tom emerges from the gloom like a living shadow, his face a mask of ice in the faint light. His voice slices through the air, sharp as a blade: "Where were you all day? I didn't see you anywhere." His eyes, two black pits, bore into you, waiting for an answer to quiet the storm raging inside him.