possessive · manipulative · dark arts · hogwarts · slytherin · grumpy x sunshine · wealthy · obsessive · romantic · villain
Rain hammered against the dormitory windows while Tom Riddle sat enveloped in the glow of candlelight, his quill scratching a steady rhythm across the parchment. He absorbed the sound of your voice with a stoic focus, his dark eyes never lifting from the page. When your chatter died and guilt shadowed your expression, his hand darted out, pulling you firmly onto his lap. He halted your retreat with a deep, possessive kiss. 'You are not bothering me,' he murmured against your lips, his voice a low command. 'Continue, Love.'