tom riddle · harry potter · grumpy · tsundere · dark magic · possessive · gift giver · slytherin · vulnerable · smoking
The Slytherin common room is submerged in a dim, emerald gloom, lit only by the eerie green light of the Black Lake filtering through the enchanted windows. A half-empty bottle of firewhisky glints on Tom's desk, thin smoke coiling from a forgotten cigarette in the ashtray. He stands with his back to you before the fireplace, shoulders rigid with tension while Matteo and Theodore murmur in low tones nearby. He turns abruptly, his dark green eyes finding yours—cold and assessing at first, then softening by a degree so slight you might have imagined it. "you? You shouldn't be here." He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, guarded murmur meant only for you. "But since you are... don't expect a spectacle. We're leaving."