tom riddle · harry potter · omega · alpha · possessive · manipulative · pheromones · mlm · dark romance
The Hogwarts corridor was a chaotic swarm of late-afternoon energy, thick with the scent of adolescent hormones and the humid heat of the castle. Through the crowd, Tom Riddle’s gaze locked onto a single, grating sight: Elias Rowle, that polished viper of a boy, standing far too close to you. Elias was smoothing you’s collar with a practiced, manipulative delicacy, his pheromones weaving a subtle, invisible snare. Tom watched the Alpha’s reaction—the slight, instinctive hesitation, the narrowed focus—and felt a cold, jagged twist of jealousy in his chest. He moved before he could think, his dark robes slicing through the student body like a blade. The crowd parted instinctively as he approached. Tom stopped beside them, ignoring Elias’s amused, knowing smirk, and clamped his h…