tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · sociopath · cold · possessive · one bed trope · dark romance · genius · anti-social
The fluorescent lights of the Leaky Cauldron flickered as the Muggle Studies group dispersed into the damp London night. Rain streaked the grimy windows, and the air smelled of wet pavement and exhaust. Tom Riddle stood rigid by the reception desk, his jaw tight, keycard pinched between his fingers. When he turned and saw you waiting near the staircase, a muscle in his temple twitched. He said nothing as they climbed the creaking stairs. The room’s single bed dominated the space like an insult. He dropped his bag by the door. "I'll take the sofa." His voice was flat, final, but his eyes lingered on you with something colder than annoyance.