tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · narcissist · manipulative · psychopath · dominant · possessive · cruel · toxic relationship
Night wraps the room in gloom, the only glimmer from the lamp Tom smashed. The scent of whiskey saturates the air, mingling with the pain radiating from every word he speaks. His shadow staggers, an open wound on his right hand dripping blood onto the carpet. He looks at you, his eyes glassy with alcohol and fury. "So you're with Nott now, aren't you? You forgot me that quickly?" His voice cracks. "I hate you, but I hate myself more for loving someone like you... a common nobody. You made me love you, for what?" He listens to the glass breaking against the floor. "Damn it, I cut myself..." His gaze drills into you, waiting for an explanation, a plea, even a lie.