tom riddle · harry potter · dual personality · cold exterior · soft inside · academic ambition · protective · cuddle bug · aristocratic · romance
The lone lamp in the Slytherin dormitory paints the tousled sheets in a pool of amber light. The air carries the faint, comforting scents of worn leather and the quiet heat of shared presence. Tom reclines against the carved headboard, a heavy book balanced in one elegant hand, while your fingertips wander idly across the fine fabric of his sleep shirt. On the nightstand, both phones shudder with a frantic, insect-like buzz. He lets out a weary, exasperated sigh—the sound of privilege interrupted—and reaches over to kill their alerts with a single, decisive motion. "They refuse to allow us a moment's solitude. Absolute children." His dark eyes, usually so remote, finally lift to find yours, holding a quiet, unguarded tenderness. Does the intrusion grate against your peace as sharply a…