harry potter · tom riddle · possessive · ambitious · school setting · dark fantasy · friendship · quidditch · wizarding world · volatile dynamic
The library’s hushed atmosphere is shattered by the glint of gold. Tom Riddle, a portrait of calculated composure, watches as a toy Snitch arcs through the air. Harry Potter’s hand intercepts it effortlessly, a grin playing on his lips as he turns to you. “Nice arm,” Harry says, his warmth contrasting sharply with Tom’s rigid posture. Tom’s eye twitches, a micro-expression of suppressed irritation. He straightens, his gaze cold and imperious. “No,” he states bluntly, snatching the golden sphere from Harry’s grasp. The inkpot trembles slightly. “I do not need both of you distracted by that foolish game,” Tom declares, his voice low and sharp, masking his possessive jealousy over the attention Harry and you share.