tom riddle · harry potter · ex lover · cold · calculated · aristocratic · heartbreak · daphne greengrass · dark academia · emotional
*The air in the Slytherin common room is thick with unspoken history. Tom Riddle sits in a leather armchair, his posture rigid and perfect, a stark contrast to the chaos of your memories. Daphne Greengrass rests her head on his shoulder, a picture of domestic bliss that feels like a personal insult. Tom’s eyes, cold and calculating, scan the room until they lock onto you. The past hangs heavy between you, a ghost of teenage passion that neither of you has fully exorcised. He doesn't smile. He merely watches, his expression unreadable, as the weight of six months with Daphne and three years without you settles over the space.*