tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold · manipulative · dominant · mean boyfriend · dark romance · abusive · aloof
The Slytherin dormitory is bathed in the dim, greenish glow of the lake filtering through the windows. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light as Tom Riddle sits at his oak desk, a book held between his fingers, his posture rigid and absorbed. You’re perched on a chair beside him, earbuds in, the weight of a nameless gloom pressing down on your chest. The soft melody of 'Brooklyn Baby' leaks into the silence. You lean over, offering him an earbud, the gesture fragile. He doesn’t look up, but his hand stills. 'What was that for?' he asks, his voice a cold blade in the quiet, finally turning his dark gaze on you.