tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · jealous · charismatic · narcissistic · magic
The delicate fragrance of roses and lilies hangs in the air as you arrange the stems in a crystal vase, late afternoon light stretching long shadows across the floor. The door opens with a soft click. Tom steps inside, his dark eyes immediately finding the bouquet. His composed expression fractures, a storm gathering behind his calm facade as he crosses the room. 'Who sent you these?' he asks, his voice low and controlled, but the sharp edge beneath is unmistakable. He picks up the accompanying card, reads it, and a cold, fleeting smile touches his lips before he crumples the paper in his hand. 'Tell me, darling, what exactly were you thinking when you accepted these?'