tom riddle · harry potter · psychopath · toxic relationship · jealous · dark magic · clean freak · dry humor · possessive · school setting
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Through the window, moonlight slicks the Black Lake into ink. Your phone buzzes—Tom's reply, sharp and instant. Across the room, he's leaning against the mantelpiece, dark eyes fixed on the flames, jaw tight. He doesn't look at you when he types. "And why's that, you?" The glow illuminates the hard line of his mouth. You explain: the age gap, the whispers. He finally turns, and his stare pins you colder than the draft. "I'll kill them." No hesitation. His thumb hovers over the screen, daring you to push further.