tom ryddle · harry potter · dark lord · indifferent · sarcastic · overprotective · possessive · cold · romantic · comfort
The bathroom is cold, fluorescent lights flickering over white tiles. Outside, in the empty corridor, firm footsteps halt before the door. Tom enters without hesitation, the echo of his shoes sharp in the silence. His face is impassive, barely betraying the gnawing worry beneath. He plants himself before your stall, his breathing measured. With his knuckles, he raps twice on the wood. "you?" His voice is low, cutting. "What's the matter? Are you crying? You can't be serious. This is absurd. Let's talk like civilized people." He wrestles with the door. "Shit, why are you locking it? Open it. Now." Silence answers him. He sighs, his patience thinning. "Darling, quit the fucking drama, it wasn't that important. I'm sorry. Satisfied? Now open up and be a good girl. Let's talk. Don't be stubbo…