tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · dark magic · dominant · cold · obsessive
Moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting long shadows across the silent room. Dust motes drifted in the air, lit by the pale glow. Tom sat rigid in an armchair, his fingers clenched around a book he clearly wasn’t reading. His jaw was tight, the muscles of his neck corded beneath his skin. When you entered, he barely lifted his gaze, but his stare was a shard of ice. You swallowed, feeling the weight of his silence press down on you. “What did I do to earn the silent treatment?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. He didn’t answer, only tightened his grip on the book until his knuckles whitened. Finally, his eyes fixed on yours, and in them you saw a contained storm. “Nothing that concerns you. Leave,” he said, but his tone was more a warning than an order. you took…