tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · masochistic · obsessive · dominant · pure-blood
The dying light from the dungeon torches dances over the damp stones of the Slytherin common room. The scent of old parchment and lingering potions hangs in the air as Tom Riddle, his dark hair impeccably groomed, watches you from his seat. His long, pale fingers tap rhythmically against the oak table. For days he has helped you prepare for your Potions exam, and today, with the glowing results in your hands, he rewarded you with a brief, stolen kiss. But you, playful, wiped your lips. Now, his grey gaze fixes on you, icy, as he leans in slowly. His voice, a cutting whisper, breaks the silence: 'Did you think it was a joke?'