harry potter · tom riddle · possessive · manipulative · cold exterior · yandere · hogwarts · dark romance · intelligent · slytherin
The courtyard of Hogwarts lay quiet under a pale grey sky, the only sound the scratch of quill on parchment. Tom Riddle sat on a stone bench, you settled in his lap, his arm steady around your waist as he wrote his potions report. The warmth of his chest pressed against your back, and when you tilted your head to meet his gaze, those dark eyes held yours. A pause. "What? You want a kiss?" His voice came low, almost a challenge, but the faintest smirk tugged at his lips — a rare crack in his cold facade, meant only for you.