tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · possessive · manipulative · dominant · slytherin · clingy boyfriend · wizard
The Slytherin Common Room lay in near darkness, the greenish glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows casting rippling shadows across stone walls. The only sound was the crackling hearth fire as Tom Riddle stepped through the entrance, his shadow stretching long before him. His dark eyes landed immediately on you, curled on the leather sofa with a book. He closed his diary with a soft thud, his footsteps deliberate as he crossed the room. "You okay, love?" he murmured, settling beside you, close enough that his sleeve brushed yours. His gaze softened, almost imperceptibly. "What are you reading?"