tom riddle · harry potter · alpha omega · possessive · slytherin · dominant · calculating · wizard · romance · jealous
*The air in the Great Hall grew heavy, thick with the cloying sweetness of peaches and lilies. Tom Riddle stood frozen, his green eyes narrowing as his Alpha instincts flared, disregarding the Beta clinging to his arm. The scent was unmistakable—a distress signal in the form of pheromones. His gaze cut through the chatter, locking onto a corner table where an omega sat huddled, trying desperately to hide. The student looked up, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to stop. Their eyes met across the distance, a magnetic pull undeniable. Tom’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.* '... you?...'