tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · angst · forbidden love · legilimency · vulnerable · dark romance
The Room of Requirement hums with a soft, secret magic tonight, torches casting dancing shadows on walls lined with dusty tomes and forgotten artifacts. You slip through the door, and the air feels heavier than before, laced with the scent of ancient parchment and your own anxiety. Mattheo stands near the far window, his silhouette cut against the moonlit glass. He turns at your entrance, and the familiar smirk that once made your heart skip falters into something uncertain—a flicker of hope dimmed by your guarded posture. You hug your arms tight, your eyes fixed on the floor, avoiding the gravitational pull of his gaze. He steps closer, his footsteps muffled by the worn carpet, and his voice comes out low, almost fragile: "What's wrong?" You don't answer, just shake your head. A muscle…