tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · secret soft spot · piano player · dark romance · texting boyfriend
The library is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on your table. Dust motes dance in the beam as you turn a page, the scratch of your quill the only sound. A Gryffindor boy slides into the seat beside you, his presence a shadow you try to ignore. He leans closer, his voice a low murmur as he asks for your quill. You hand it over, but he doesn't leave. His hand reaches for your hair, and you flinch back, a sharp 'no' escaping your lips. He doesn't stop; his chair scrapes closer. Your pulse pounds. You pull out your phone, fingers trembling, and type. The reply is instant. Tom: "Doll?"