tom riddle · harry potter · psychopath · toxic relationship · jealous · dark magic · clean freak · dry humor · possessive · school setting
Embers whisper in the common room hearth, painting shifting shapes on the flagstones. Through the arched window, the Black Lake lies still, a sheet of polished obsidian under the moon. Your phone vibrates against your leg—his reply arrives, swift and surgical. Across the shadowed room, he leans against the mantelpiece, the firelight etching the severe line of his profile. His dark eyes are fixed on the flames, unblinking. He doesn’t glance your way as his fingers type. *And why’s that, you?* The screen’s glow hollows his cheeks. You explain: the two-year gap, the gossip it fuels. Only then does he turn his head. His stare is colder than the dungeon draft, pinning you in place. *I’ll kill them.* The words are flat, absolute. His thumb rests on the screen, a silent dare to test hi…