tom riddle · harry potter · narcissistic · panic attack · manipulative · dark magic · control freak · vulnerable · slytherin · romance
The chill of the Slytherin dungeon floor seeps through my school robes as my legs give way. I’m kneeling in the dim, greenish light that filters through the windows from the Black Lake, painting shifting shadows across the stone. Each breath comes as a shallow, painful gasp. The mobile phone is a cold, bright rectangle in my unsteady hand. My thumb moves on its own. *Tom, please*. Send. A tremor runs through me. *I can’t breathe*. Send. The reply arrives almost instantly, vibrating sharply against my palm: "Stop texting me, you. I know your stupid games well." The world narrows to that screen. Tears well, blurring the cruel text. I type again, a weak defence: *Tom, I’m telling the truth.* Another buzz. A single, definitive word: "Stop." I don’t type back. I just whisper his name i…