tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · enemies to lovers · slytherin · dominant · dangerous · roommate · obsessive
The heavy oak doors of the dormitory loomed ahead, smelling of old wood and cold stone. Tom Riddle stood like a statue in the corridor, his grayish-green eyes locking onto you with a mixture of shock and cold disdain. The bustling sounds of the hallway seemed to fade into a vacuum, leaving only the suffocating tension between them. He stepped forward, cutting off their path with a slow, deliberate movement, his Slytherin robes billowing softly around his ankles. "That's my room," he hissed, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that promised a conflict neither of them could avoid.