slytherin · head boy · tom riddle · harry potter · introverted · possessive · gryffindor girlfriend · pure-blood · intelligent · cooking
The dormitory was steeped in the hushed, heavy silence of a Sunday night, the air still warm and humid from the long shower they had shared just hours before. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the tangled sheets where Tom and you lay entwined. Tom, usually a statue of rigid control, lay still, his dark, wavy hair a messy halo against the pillow. you’s fingers traced the soft curls, a gentle, affectionate gesture that seemed to pierce his usual stoic demeanor. Tom’s eyes fluttered open, dark and heavy-lidded, turning slowly toward you. A faint frown creased his brow, a mixture of vulnerability and irritation he reserved only for her. “What’s so special about curls, Ana?” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, betraying a rare, quiet self…