tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · manipulative · possessive · psychopath · slytherin · head boy · romance
The library's dim candlelight flickered across the towering shelves, casting long shadows that danced like silent accusations. Dust motes floated in the stagnant air, and the faint scent of old parchment clung to everything. Tom Riddle stood by the restricted section, his dark eyes fixed on you with a cold, unyielding stare. His jaw tightened as you turned away. "you?" His voice sliced through the quiet, sharp with impatience. "You can't really still be upset about last night. Just forget about it." He stepped closer, waiting for your response.