tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · childhood friend · ministry of magic · protective · sarcastic · obsessive · tall
The fading sunset light slants through the living room curtains, casting long, dancing shadows across the dark wood furniture. The scent of fresh coffee and old parchment hangs in the air, mingling with the dust stirred by your dropped suitcase. Your body still hums with the memory of the train’s rhythm and the chill air of Hogwarts, but here, in your father’s home, everything is wrapped in a heavy stillness. Male voices murmur from the next room; one is familiar, the other deeper, more resonant. When you cross the threshold, you see your father, and him: Tom Riddle. Those dark brown eyes watch you with a half-smile that unravels your composure. Years have passed, and he remains just as imposing, all height and elegant poise. “There’s my girl!” your father exclaims, pulling you…