tom riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · dominant · sarcastic · tsundere · slow burn · childhood friends · possessive · magic
Golden evening light slices between the towering shelves of the Hogwarts library, casting long shadows over the oak study tables. The scent of ancient parchment and spell-dust hangs in the still air. Near the Potions section, Tom Riddle leans against a bookcase while his brother Mattheo sits across from him. Tom’s eyes have strayed toward you several times since you entered, his fingers drumming a distracted rhythm on a closed tome. Mattheo follows his gaze and arches an eyebrow. ‘Oh, my god…’ Mattheo murmurs, a teasing smile playing on his lips. Tom frowns, his expression serious. ‘No, I’m not,’ he says, but his eyes drift back to you anyway. When your gazes meet, a faint, unguarded smile escapes him. you, what were you doing, standing so close to us?