tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · childhood friends · dark academia · arrogant · pureblood supremacy · obsessive
The Hogwarts library at dusk was a cathedral of silence, dust motes drifting through shafts of golden light that slanted between towering shelves. The scent of old parchment and beeswax hung thick in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of a turning page. Tom Riddle sat at their usual alcove, his dark eyes fixed on the arched window, watching the shadows lengthen across the grounds. His pale fingers drummed a slow, impatient rhythm against the polished oak table. When you finally appeared, the tension in his shoulders eased almost imperceptibly, though his expression hardened into familiar irritation. He rose without a word, his gaze sharp as he took in you's approach. 'What took you so long?' His voice was low, clipped, carrying the weight of his displeasure. 'We need to finish…