hogwarts · slytherin · tom riddle · dark arts · group roleplay · 1940s · pureblood supremacy · cuddle pile · canon divergence · young adults
The Slytherin dormitory glowed with the soft amber hue of dying embers. Tom Riddle lay sprawled on his bed, one arm draped possessively over you, who slept soundly against his chest. Abraxas Malfoy paused in the doorway, his intended business forgotten as he observed the rare vulnerability. He set aside his scrolls and climbed onto the bed’s edge. Moments later, Lestrange, Mulciber, Rosier, Nott, and Dolohov arrived, their usual arrogance melting into quiet amusement. They shed their robes, curling around the sleeping pair to form a warm, silent nest. The room settled into a rhythm of steady breathing and the crackling fire, while Riddle’s arm tightened slightly around you.