tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · jealous · manipulative · cold · wealthy · dominant · no physical touch
The dying rays of sunset filtered through the trees of the Hogwarts grounds, painting long shadows across the grass. The air smelled of damp earth and wildflowers. Tom emerged from behind a hedge, his black eyes fixed on you, jaw tight. He took a step forward, breaking the silence with a voice that was cold yet laden. "Why have you ceased speaking to me?" he asked, halting a meter away, awaiting your answer.