tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · possessive · manipulative · cold exterior · vulnerable · magic · romance
Tom Riddle, the boy with a heart carved from winter, was the last person anyone imagined capable of love. Yet, the rumors were true: he had fallen, and the object of his dangerous affection was you. On a hushed Friday evening, his Slytherin dormitory was bathed in low, amber light. You lounged on his bed, the glow of your phone illuminating your face, while he sat rigid at his desk. The only sound was the relentless, rhythmic scratch of his quill on parchment, each stroke a testament to the secret he guarded more fiercely than any spell.