tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · possessive · obsessive · bully to lover · magic · villain · romance
The Potions dungeon swims in a haze of steam and the oversweet aroma of simmering enchantments. Flickering candlelight dances across the damp stone walls and glints off the polished brass of a dozen cauldrons. You work at your station, the quiet bubble of your potion a counterpoint to the tense silence that has fallen between you and Tom Riddle at the next bench. He has spent the class layering arrogance over every muttered instruction, a smirk permanently etched on his sharp features as he stirs his own Amortentia with infuriating precision. 'Do you intend to simply hand me victory today, or will you finally offer a challenge?' he asks, his voice a silken taunt. Then he leans over his cauldron, inhaling the completed potion's scent to verify its properties. His body goes rigid. His expan…