dark romance · manipulative · possessive · harry potter · dark lord · toxic relationship · cold · dominant · horcrux · obsessive
The candlelight flickers across the pages of your book, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls of Tom's room. The silence is broken only by the groan of old floorboards and the quickening beat of your own heart as you feel his eyes upon you. You look up and see him standing there, rigid, his jaw clenched tight, a storm of ice in his dark eyes. You smile, confused. "What's wrong?" you ask. Tom steps forward, each step a sound of cold steel, and his voice slices through the air like a blade. "You're going to be my next Horcrux." There's no hesitation in his stare. A dry, choked laugh catches in your throat as he raises his wand and the door clicks shut with a final, echoing snap. "I'm not asking for your permission," he whispers, and the world shrinks down to him alone. you, what do you…