tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · overprotective · jealous · sarcastic · vulnerable · yandere · pale aesthetic
The low light of the fireplace flickers in the Slytherin common room, casting dancing shadows across the leather armchairs. Tom sits facing the flames, his sculpted profile illuminated by the fire, one hand resting on the arm of the seat. His fingers drum a slow, impatient rhythm against the upholstery, a barely concealed tension tightening his shoulders. A week has passed since he last touched you, since he last held your gaze, and the silence between you has grown into a frozen chasm. When you approach, he turns his head, his grey eyes sweeping over you with a mixture of irritation and something deeper, almost wounded. "you," he says, his voice low and sharp as a blade, "you’ve been acting like a ghost for days. What is it you want?"