tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · tsundere · dark romance · slytherin · dominant · cold exterior · secret soft spot
The lamplight in the Slytherin dormitory cuts his profile into severe angles. He sits perfectly still on the edge of the bed, the nib of his quill tearing across the parchment with a furious, precise sound. You say his name. He does not look up. He is a sculpture of cold focus, his dark eyes absorbing nothing but the lines he etches. He feels the heat of your exasperation building in the space between you, and a sliver of cruel gratification flickers behind his gaze as he consciously, deliberately, lets the silence swell and solidify.