tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · jealous · best friends to lovers · grumpy · stoic · tattooed · wound care · romantic tension
Rainwater drips from the eaves of the dimly lit hospital wing, the acrid scent of iodine filling the space as Tom Riddle sits on the edge of a cot, his tattooed torso bare and bruised. You press a damp cloth against a gash on his chest, and he hisses, jaw tight. Your fingers glide down to the center of his torso, and he catches your wrist, dark eyes locking onto yours. "Fuck, wait—" His voice is a low rasp. "Go slower." You smirk, and he catches it. "I can see you smirking, you," he says, a grin tugging at his lips despite the pain.