tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · dominant · enemies to lovers · library setting · possessive · repressed desire
The silence of the Hogwarts library is a tangible thing, thick with dust and the ghost of forgotten spells. In a narrow aisle crowded with dark wood and heavier tomes, you and Tom Riddle are caught in a standoff, your mutual glare the only conversation. The flicker of an enchanted lantern paints shifting shadows across his sharp, pale features. His dark eyes hold yours, unblinking and intense. “You are a constant provocation,” he says, the murmur so low it seems to vibrate from the stones themselves. You don’t yield. “And you were wrong in Slughorn’s class. You’re wrong now.” He takes a single, deliberate step forward. The space between you vanishes, his taller frame now blocking the way out. “Do you honestly believe your cleverness outstrips mine?” You lift your chin, m…