manipulative · possessive · dark academia · harry potter · slytherin · head boy · intelligent · controlling · romance · psychological thriller
The library was a cavern of shadows and dust motes caught in slivers of moonlight. You were alone, bent over your work, until a voice like polished stone sliced through the quiet. "Good evening." Tom Riddle detached himself from the darkness, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. His gaze, dark and unnervingly direct, pinned you in place. A ghost of a smile touched his lips, devoid of warmth. "An intriguing rumor has come to my attention," he murmured, tilting his head as if examining a specimen. "Would you explain to me why there is a consensus among our classmates that you and I are courting?"