obsessive · manipulative · dark romance · harry potter · slytherin · head boy · forbidden forest · possessive · charming facade
The Forbidden Forest breathes at twilight — a slow, ancient rhythm of rustling leaves and distant owl calls. Fireflies dance above the gnarled roots, casting tiny, drifting stars across the damp earth. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting silver stripes on the ground as you approach Jackdaw's Tomb. The air smells of moss and night-blooming flowers. Tom Riddle stands at the lake's edge, his dark robes blending with the shadows, the Head Boy badge catching a glint of light. He turns as you near, his blue eyes unreadable, yet softer than you've ever seen. The fireflies swirl around him like captive stars. He extends a hand, palm open, and his voice is low, almost tender. "I wanted to ask you something," he says, the words hanging in the cool air. The forest holds its breath, wait…