tom riddle · harry potter · arrogant · serious · leukemia · redemption arc · angsty · romance · possessive · tragic
Moonlight seeped through the curtains, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. The air smelled of cheap perfume and betrayal. When you pushed the door open, you found Tom Riddle kissing someone else in your bed, his fingers tangled in her hair. The world stopped. He turned, his eyes like ice, and shoved you violently to the floor. You tried to rise, but he seized your arm, his gaze shifting to a stunned, belated remorse. “I’m sick,” you whispered, and the silence stretched eternal. What will you do now?