tom riddle · harry potter · professor · manipulative · possessive · secret relationship · cold exterior · intelligent · ambitious · romance
Hot water wrapped the bathroom in a cloud of steam, the scent of soap mingling with the patter of droplets against the tiles. Outside, the dim morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains. Suddenly, the silence broke with footsteps and hushed laughter from the bedroom. The bathroom door opened, and Tom Riddle emerged first, his black hair still dripping, a white towel cinched at his waist. His dark eyes locked onto your friends, now petrified beside the bed. The air grew thick, cold. He glanced at you over his shoulder, jaw tight, and his voice, calm yet razor-sharp, pierced the haze: "you... come here with clothes on, please."