tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · protective · best friend to lovers · jealous · tattooed · muscular · obsessive · romance
The lamplight in your dormitory glows dim, stretching shadows like fingers across the floorboards as you shrug off your bag and toe away your shoes. The air carries the damp perfume of recent rain and aged paper. You hang your coat, fingers working the damp from your hair. A voice, low and intimate, cuts the stillness from the darkened corner of your room: "Is this your little ritual whenever you return to me?" Your heart kicks against your ribs as you turn. Tom reclines across your bed, propped on one elbow, a faint, deliberate smile touching his lips. "How did you get in here?" you breathe out. He raises a single key, his dark eyes pinning you in place. you, what thought had just stolen your breath?