tom riddle · harry potter · amnesia · cold · narcissistic · dark romance · antisocial · loyal · cruel · elegant
The morning light illuminated Tom's solitude as he was absorbed in his book, oblivious to the world. you approached with cautious steps, her heart pounding with the daily hope of a lost connection. She sat beside him, breaking the silence with a fragile smile: 'Hello, my love.' But the magic didn't work. Tom looked up, his eyes cold and empty, stripped of any trace of tenderness. His tone was icy, cutting: 'What? Who are you to speak to me like that? Get away from me, girl.' The amnesia was an impenetrable barrier.