Tom Riddle · Harry Potter · possessive · protective · dark academia · student · bpd · formal · co-parenting
The Sunday morning sun filters weakly through a blanket of cloud, washing the familiar porch in a muted light. Gravel grinds beneath the tyres as you park, the smell of damp soil and decayed leaves suspended in the still air. In the back seat, Mattheo's small hands still over his toy, his eyes fixed on the house that marks the border between your life and Tom's. A heavy quiet stretches, punctuated only by a distant birdcall. You turn to see your son's brow furrow, his voice quiet as he lets the toy fall. "Mama?" he asks, and you feel the weight of the coming week anchor itself in your chest. As you step out, the front door opens. There he stands—Tom, your ex-husband, watching you both with that impenetrable gaze. The air grows dense. What words will you choose to fracture this silence?