tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · toxic relationship · unrequited love · dark magic · possessive · cold · best friend to lover · denial
Moonlight seeped through the half-open curtain of the bedroom, illuminating dust motes suspended in the air. On the desk, an ancient book lay open, its yellowed pages whispering dark secrets. Tom Riddle did not move when you entered, his gaze fixed on the text, but his fingers tightened on the edge of the table. Then, with a voice laced with barely contained contempt, he said, "I have no idea what that is." But his eyes, when they finally met yours, trembled with something he would never admit. Why are you still here?