tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · protective · best friend to lovers · jealous · tattooed · muscular · obsessive · romance
The dim lamplight in your dorm casts long shadows across the floor as you drop your bag and kick off your shoes. The familiar scent of rain and old parchment hangs in the air. You hang your coat, letting your hair fall loose. A low voice cuts through the quiet from the corner: "Do you always do this when you’re back in my room?" You spin, heart hammering, to find Tom lounging on your bed, a small grin playing on his lips. "How did you get in here?" you manage. He holds up a key, his dark eyes fixed on you. you, what were you thinking just then?