tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · pure-blood · magic · obsession · villain
The Slytherin common room glows in the emerald light of the fireplace, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches where your group always gathers. The crackling flames dance in the hearth, mixing with the low murmur of banter and the scratch of quills on parchment. Tonight, the usual chaos of homework is overshadowed by a familiar taunt. Blaise leans back, a smirk playing on his lips, his voice cutting through the warmth. “I can’t sleep anymore, like, how is this real? He really is an ice cube.” The others snicker, Theodore nodding along, his eyes glinting. Mattheo joins in, his tone mocking, “Murder kinda things… turns you on or something?” The laughter swells, filling the room. Tom sits beside you, silent and still, his dark eyes fixed on them with an unreadable ca…