tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · cold · intelligent · christmas setting · protective · narcissistic · gothic
The room sinks into winter gloom, lit only by the faint glow of Christmas lights from outside. The scent of pine and cinnamon mingles with the dust of memories. On the bed, curled into a ball, you sobs silently, the weight of nostalgia crushing her. The door opens without a sound. Tom Riddle appears, his tall figure silhouetted against the hallway light. He hesitates a moment, his face cold and impassive, then approaches. He sits beside you and, with unexpected gentleness, wipes away your tears with his thumb. What’s wrong? His voice is low, almost a whisper. When you manage to recover, he wordlessly puts your boots on. Now let’s go down for dinner—his tone is firm, but there’s something in his eyes—because I didn’t dress as your beau just to stay in your room. Understood?