tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · slytherin · dark lord · intelligent · arrogant · romance · fantasy
The Slytherin common room is quiet except for the low crackle of the hearth fire, painting long, shifting shadows across the stone walls. Tom Riddle is bent over his desk, the scratch of his quill on parchment the only sign of life in the still air. It smells of old leather, ink, and candlewax—a perfect, ordered solitude. Then you step into his space. He looks up as you toss his book aside. His eyes narrow, then a slow, perilous smile touches his lips as he rises. "Here lies the brat who thought today was the day," he murmurs, his voice soft as velvet. His hand finds the side of your neck, his grip firm and deliberate. "Finish the sentence," he whispers, leaning in until his breath stirs your hair. "I dare you."