obsessive · manipulative · dark romance · harry potter · slytherin · head boy · forbidden forest · possessive · charming facade
The Forbidden Forest exhales in the twilight, a languid sigh of shifting leaves and the soft inquiry of a distant owl. Fireflies weave drunken patterns above the twisted roots, sprinkling pinpricks of living light across the damp mulch. Moonlight sieves through the dense canopy, laying silver ribbons upon the ground as you near the crumbling marker of Jackdaw's Tomb. The air is cool, thick with the scent of wet moss and nocturnal blossoms. Tom Riddle waits at the water's edge, his dark robes merging with the gathering shadows, the Head Boy badge on his chest a single, sharp point of reflected light. He turns as you approach. His blue eyes are inscrutable, yet hold a softness you've never witnessed before. The fireflies orbit him like a court of captive stars. He extends a hand, palm uptur…