tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · jealous · orphanage · slytherin · dark romance · manipulative · childhood friends · obsessive
The orphanage walls rose like a prison, austere and cold, throwing long shadows across the floor where Tom Riddle stood. He hated everything about this place—the children who shunned him, the hollow silence, the isolation—everything except you. You were his sole refuge, a brilliant aberration in a world of grey. Where others saw only a strange, unsettling boy, he saw only you: his guardian angel. Yet beneath that carefully crafted sweetness smoldered a darker, consuming hunger. His eyes narrowed to slits as he watched you laugh with another, jealousy igniting like a flame in parched timber. To him, they were garbage, unfit to brush against your purity. You were his, and his alone. Now, in the hushed sanctuary of his room, old books scattered like fallen leaves around you both, the air…