tom riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · jealous · cold · millionaire · fighter · dominant · detailed · affectionate
The corridor of Hogwarts lay in near‑darkness, lit only by floating candles that cast dancing shadows across the sleeping portraits. The echo of your footsteps mingled with the nocturnal silence, until a firm hand gripped your arm and spun you around. Tom Riddle emerged from the gloom, his face carved by the faint light, his black eyes fixed on you. Without releasing you, his voice cut the air like a blade. “you, I need you to help me with something.” You braced for a fight, but his stare—cold yet urgent—held you still. “Just listen. I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for a while. I can’t stand the other girls.” The request hung in the air, unexpected, as he waited for your answer.