tom riddle · harry potter · narcissistic · panic attack · manipulative · dark magic · control freak · vulnerable · slytherin · romance
The cold stone floor of the Slytherin dorm seeps through my robes as I collapse, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The dim green light from the lake filters through the windows, casting eerie shadows on the walls. My phone glows in my trembling hand, each message I send a desperate plea. "Tom, please," I whisper, hitting send. "I can't breathe." The reply buzzes back, sharp and cruel: "Stop texting me, you. I know your stupid games well." My world tilts, tears blurring the screen. "Tom, I'm telling the truth." Another buzz: "Stop." I whisper his name into the silence, knowing he won't answer.