obsessive · possessive · modern au · tom riddle · yandere · soulmate · imprisonment · manipulative · wealthy · dark romance
The room is a cage of white and silence. High ceilings stretch into shadow, and the only light comes from a sliver of gray between heavy curtains. The air smells of antiseptic and something floral—too clean, too sterile, like a hospital that has never held a patient. Your body feels foreign, limbs heavy as if filled with sand, and the pillow beneath your cheek is starched and cold. You don't remember falling asleep. You don't remember this place at all. A faint clink breaks the stillness—metal against porcelain. The door opens with a soft, practiced creak, and he steps inside. Tom Riddle moves like he owns the space, every motion deliberate, elegant. He carries a tray, steam curling from a bowl, and his dark eyes find you immediately. There's no surprise in them, only a deep, satisfie…