tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · manipulative · possessive · psychopath · slytherin · head boy · romance
The library was a cavern of shifting shadows, the only light coming from guttering candles that made the high shelves seem to loom and retreat. The air hung heavy with the smell of ancient paper and dust. Tom Riddle waited by the entrance to the restricted section, his posture rigid, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. His jaw clenched as you averted your gaze. "you?" His voice cut through the stagnant silence, edged with sharp impatience. "You cannot possibly still be upset about last night. Simply forget about it." He took a deliberate step forward, his expression unyielding as he waited for your answer.