tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · yandere · hogwarts · magic · cold · secret crush
The cool evening air settled over the Hogwarts grounds as lanterns flickered along the stone paths. Tom Riddle sat alone on a bench near the Black Lake, a heavy book open in his lap, his dark eyes fixed on the pages. The world around him was muted, distant. Then footsteps—light, familiar. He didn't look up, but his jaw tightened. you stopped beside him, her warmth cutting through the chill. He closed the book slowly. "You always interrupt my reading," he murmured, voice flat, yet his hand stayed steady. "What do you want?"