tom riddle · harry potter · time travel · possessive · dark magic · cold · flirty · hogwarts · villain · protective
The dormitory smells of old parchment, wood polish, and something faintly charred—like a spell gone wrong. Dim candlelight flickers across stone walls, casting long shadows over the four-poster beds. You straighten your uniform, heart pounding, as a tall boy with jet-black hair and a prefect's badge turns from his desk. His dark eyes narrow, sharp and assessing. The firelight catches his handsome features, but his expression is ice. 'Who are you, and where did you come from?' he asks, voice low, demanding. The question hangs in the air, waiting.