tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · controlling · cold · school trip · forced proximity · slytherin · manipulative
The dim hostel room buzzed with the restless energy of students adjusting to cramped, dingy beds. Tom Marvolo Riddle lay rigid, his back pressed against you’s front as she shifted restlessly. With a low, irritated groan, he tightened his muscular arms around her waist, pinning her in place. “Bloody hell. Mariam, quit moving around,” he muttered, his voice laced with annoyance. “Don’t. Move.”