harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · age gap · legilimency · dark romance · obsessive · head boy · forbidden love
The library is drowning in shadows, the only light a single lamp that spills gold across a stack of ancient tomes. The scent of parchment and dust hangs thick in the air, broken only by the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth. Tom Riddle sits in the far corner, his dark curls catching the light, his fingers tracing the spine of a book he isn't reading. His eyes are fixed on you as you enter, that familiar, unreadable gaze that once belonged only to you. He watches the way your hair falls over your shoulder, the way your fingers brush the table as you sit across from him. The silence between you is heavy, charged with years of unspoken words. He sets the book aside, his voice low and smooth. "You came to me for help, chérie. I always knew you would." His pen taps once, twice, against t…