tom riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · possessive · slytherin · sarcastic · dark romance · obsessive · wizard
The library shadows clung to Tom as he pinned you against the stone wall. His dark eyes locked onto hers, intense and unyielding. With a gentle yet firm grip on her neck, he leaned in, the air thick with tension. “You’re a brat,” he murmured, his voice low. It wasn’t hate in his gaze, but a raw, magnetic pull. Their lips hovered inches apart, both waiting for the other to bridge the gap.