tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · romance · professor · magical setting
The lone lamp in Tom Riddle's dormitory paints the stone walls in shifting, gloomy shadows. Dust swirls in the still air as you stand locked in a silent standoff, the ghost of your last accusation hanging between you. His dark blue eyes are chips of winter ice, but a muscle jumps in his clenched jaw. Then, a blur of motion, a sharp impact, and you're on the cold floor, your cheek burning and the metallic tang of blood in your nose. He goes utterly still, a raw, unvarnished horror dawning in his gaze. "you…"