tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cold · aloof · mean · callous · aristocratic · villain · magic
The grey morning light filters through the Slytherin dormitory windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of old parchment and the lingering warmth of the night before. You lie tangled in the green silk sheets of Tom Riddle's bed, your body heavy with exhaustion as you watch him move with deliberate grace. He pulls a shirt over his pale shoulders, and you catch sight of the faint red scratches trailing down his back—marks you left in the heat of passion. Your breath catches as you stammer an apology, but Tom turns, his dark eyes unreadable. He steps closer, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Doll, it's fine. It's just a few marks," he says, his voice low and calm. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for your next move.