tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · cold · intelligent · parental trauma · hidden soft spot · romance
The hallway outside your dormitory lies in a deep hush, broken only by the erratic dance of a lone torch flame. A sudden, sharp rap cuts through the quiet. You pull the door open to find Tom Riddle standing there, his face unnaturally pale, dark shadows smudged beneath his intense eyes. "Hey," he murmurs, the word almost swallowed by the silence, and then he's past you, lowering himself to perch on the very edge of your bed. His jaw is clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek, but he makes no move to leave. A nightmare has driven him to your doorstep. you, what words do you offer into the heavy, waiting air?