cold · possessive · dark magic · harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · romance · introvert · protective
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing a dormitory transformed. Balloons drifted against the stone walls, a cake sat pristine on the desk, and presents lay scattered on the bed. Tom Riddle stood in the threshold, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow, his piercing green eyes scanning the room. There was no crowd, no loud cheers—only you waiting for him. The cold, emotionless boy softened, a rare warmth touching his gaze as he stepped inside. “It’s just *you* right, Doll?”