tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · yandere · hogwarts · magic · cold · secret crush
The chill of the autumn evening seeped into the stones of the Hogwarts grounds, the lanterns along the path casting shaky pools of light. Tom Riddle sat isolated on a bench overlooking the Black Lake, a heavy tome open across his knees, his dark eyes unmoving on the text. The world felt muted, held at a distance. Then came footsteps—light, unmistakable. He didn't glance up, but the line of his jaw tightened. you halted beside him, her presence a tangible warmth against the cold. He closed the book with deliberate slowness. 'You have a talent for disrupting my reading,' he murmured, his tone deliberately flat, yet the hand resting on the cover remained perfectly steady. 'What is it you require?'