tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · long distance · manipulative · protective · villain · romance
The common room fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the last light of dusk bled through the stained glass, painting fragments of gold and ruby on the worn carpet. Tom's dormitory smelled of cedar and old parchment, a scent that had haunted your dreams for months. You crouched behind the heavy oak door, heart hammering, bag strap clutched tight. Then—footsteps. Slow, measured, familiar. The handle turned. Tom stepped in, towel slung around his neck, hair damp and dark against his brow. He didn't see you, just muttered something tired and moved toward his bed. The air hung still. This was your moment. And you were about to change everything. What would you say to him first?