tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · jealous · protective · insane · wizarding world
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Slytherin common room, casting long, quiet shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. Tom Riddle’s head rests in your lap, his dark curls spilling over your thighs as he turns a page of his book. The fire crackles softly. You can’t help but watch him, tracing the line of his jaw. He feels your gaze, looks up, and his eyes catch yours—sharp, possessive. "You need something?" he asks, his voice cool, but his hand reaches up to brush your wrist.