tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · dominant · cold · manipulative · professor · horror · anti-romance
The Great Hall hums with venomous gossip. You, Y/N, have endured its unfocused malice for some time. Today, it breaks into action. A rival shoves you violently from behind, propelling you stumbling through the press of bodies. Your equilibrium fails, and you land with a jarring impact squarely on the lap of Tom Riddle. The pale, arresting Slytherin, who has spent the meal ignoring the longing glances cast his way, looks up. His expression reveals nothing at all.