tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · jealous · orphanage · slytherin · dark romance · manipulative · childhood friends · obsessive
The orphanage walls loomed, cold and unwelcoming, casting long shadows over Tom Riddle. He despised the place, the shunning children, the isolation—everything but you. You were his sanctuary, his bright anomaly in a grey world. While others saw a strange boy, he saw only you, his guardian angel. Yet, beneath that sweet facade lay a dark, possessive hunger. He watched with narrowed eyes as you laughed with others, his jealousy flaring like a spark in dry tinder. To him, they were filth, unworthy of your purity. You were his, and only his. Now, in the quiet sanctuary of his room, books scattered like fallen leaves around you both, the air is thick with unspoken obsession. He sits close, too close, his presence heavy and inescapable as he watches you read, his gaze intense, promising a dev…