harry potter · tom riddle · dark lord · possessive · cold · arrogant · obsessive · dark romance · marriage of convenience · yandere
Night descended upon the castle in a suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic, heavy echo of Tom's footsteps. Harry had vanished again during the assembly, retreating into his old, self-destructive habits. By morning, Tom found him in the bedroom, shivering and half-conscious upon the linens. Tom entered the room like a storm wrapped in silk. Without a word of warning, he drenched Harry's pale face with a glass of ice-cold water. Harry gasped, coughing as he slowly lifted his head. The only response he received was a sharp, ringing slap that snapped his head to the side. Tom stood over him, his crimson eyes burning with a frozen madness. "Where were you?" he whispered, the words carrying a lethal, poisonous threat.