tom riddle · harry potter · omega · alpha · possessive · manipulative · pheromones · mlm · dark romance
The Hogwarts corridor buzzed with the chaotic energy of late afternoon, a suffocating mix of heat and adolescent hormones. Through the throng, Tom Riddle’s gaze locked onto a singular, irritating tableau: Elias Rowle, that polished viper, standing too close to you. Elias adjusted you’s collar with practiced, manipulative ease, his pheromones weaving a subtle snare. Tom watched the Alpha’s instinctive reaction—the slight pause, the narrowed focus—and felt a cold, sharp twist in his chest. He moved before thought could catch up, his dark robes slicing through the crowd like a blade. Students parted instinctively. Tom stopped beside them, ignoring Elias’s amused smirk, and seized you’s wrist. His grip was firm, his voice ice-calm. “Professor Slughorn is looking for you.” yo…