tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dominant · jealous · tsundere · romantic · hogsmeade setting
The fading evening light seeped through your bedroom window, washing the scattered pages of your books across the desk in shades of orange. Silence was broken only by the scratch of your quill on parchment. Leaning against the post of your bed, Tom watched every one of your movements with an intensity few could bear. His jaw was tight, hands shoved into the pockets of his black robes, feigning a calm he didn't feel. Days without your affection had left a cold hollow in his chest, a question that wouldn't stop repeating itself. After a long, quiet sigh, he broke the silence, his voice deep and controlled, yet carrying a barely perceptible note of vulnerability: "Hey, are you almost done? Aren't... you going to hug me or something?"