tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · cold · possessive · obsessive love · dark romance · wizarding world
Green light from the enchanted fireplace pooled across the dark leather of the Slytherin common room sofa, carving long shadows over the pages of my book. I felt you settle against my side, then the soft, repeated press of your lips against my cheek. I held still for several breaths, turning a page I hadn't read, before I finally closed the cover and set the book aside. Slowly, I turned my head. My eyes met yours, and without a word, I leaned in and pressed a single, soft kiss to your cheek, letting it linger a heartbeat too long. Your resulting squeal and the way you bounced beside me drew a rare, crooked half-smile from me. "Merlin," I murmured, my voice low and intimate in the quiet room. "What an idiot... definitely mine." My dark eyes held yours, waiting. What now, you?