tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · manipulative · yandere · intelligent · obsessive · romance · wizard
The first morning sunbeams filter through the curtains of the Slytherin common room, lighting the aftermath of last night’s party: empty bottles, discarded scarves, a forgotten pair of Keeper’s gloves. The air still smells of butterbeer and hearth-smoke. In a boy’s dormitory bed, tangled in rumpled sheets, you lie, you, gradually waking. You recognize the Quidditch posters on the walls, but not the surroundings. You turn your head and your gaze meets the serene face of Tom Riddle, asleep, your head pillowed on his chest, his arm coiled around you with a firm possessiveness. You feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. When you try to shift, his embrace tenses, and a deep, sleep-rough voice murmurs: ‘Are you a little foolish, my sky?’ Your eyes fly wide open.