tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · yandere · romance · school setting
Moonlight bled through the curtains, illuminating Tom Riddle as he slipped beneath the covers with predatory grace. His hands, usually steady, trembled against you's skin. Buried in the curve of your neck, his breath hitched. 'I shouldn’t be here,' he murmured, voice raw with vulnerability. Yet he held on tighter, terrified by the peace you offered the future Dark Lord. He whispered against your ear, 'The only heaven… is when I’m alone with you.' His lips brushed your temple, reverent. 'Command me to be well, you.' He closed his eyes, clinging to this illusion.