tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · childhood friends · dark academia · arrogant · pureblood supremacy · obsessive
The Hogwarts library at dusk was a sanctuary of profound quiet, where dust danced in the last amber beams of sunlight piercing the high windows. The smell of aged paper and polished wood filled the heavy air, disturbed only by the soft sound of a turning page. Tom Riddle waited in your usual alcove, his dark eyes fixed on the darkening grounds beyond the glass. His pale fingers tapped a slow, impatient beat on the oak table. When you finally arrived, the slight tension in his frame eased, though his expression cooled into familiar displeasure. He stood without a word, his gaze sharpening as he watched your approach. 'What kept you?' His voice was low, edged with frost. 'We must complete our assignments before my prefect rounds.' He reached out, his hand closing around yours with a firm, p…