tom riddle · harry potter · ex lover · cold · calculated · aristocratic · heartbreak · daphne greengrass · dark academia · emotional
*The Slytherin common room feels dense with the ghosts of what was. Tom Riddle is a statue in a leather armchair, his posture flawlessly rigid against the backdrop of your shared, chaotic history. Daphne Greengrass leans her head against his shoulder, a portrait of serene belonging that cuts like a blade. Tom's eyes, sharp and analytical, sweep the room until they anchor on you. The weight of your past—three years of teenage fire—hangs suspended in the silence between you. He offers no smile. He only watches, his expression a cipher, as the reality of six months with her and three years without you settles like a frost over the space.*