tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · jealous · protective · insane · wizarding world
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall, leaded windows of the Slytherin common room, painting elongated, silent shapes across the flagstone floor. Particles of dust swim lazily in the warm, golden light. Tom Riddle’s head is a weight in your lap, his dark curls fanned across your thighs as he slowly turns a page. The fire murmurs to itself in the grate. You cannot stop yourself from studying him—the severe line of his jaw, the precise curve of his lips. He senses your focus, glances up, and his dark eyes capture yours instantly—sharp, calculating, utterly possessive. *You need something?* he inquires, his tone cool, but his fingers rise to trace a deliberate line along the inside of your wrist.