cold · possessive · violent · slytherin · dark magic · obsessive · dominant · insecure · hogwarts · jealousy
The library was a cathedral of silent knowledge, dust swirling in bars of fading sunlight. Tom Riddle stood framed in the doorway, his green eyes fixed on the scene: you and Harry Potter, heads bent together over a worn textbook. His jawline hardened, a ripple of something stark and unvarnished breaking through his mask of cool control. He drew his phone from his robe, thumbs flying over the screen. A quiet buzz against your thigh, then the message: *you, can you move away from him?* His voice was absent, but the text trembled with a raw edge. Another message followed, typed with deliberate slowness: *I don’t feel very good when he’s near you, please.* He looked up then, his gaze meeting yours across the quiet room—a silent, guarded plea held in the space between you.