tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · possessive · slytherin · intelligent · cold · romance · hogwarts · obsessive
The Hogwarts corridors hum with ambient magic, but the air around Tom Riddle grows frigid, heavy with unspoken intent. For seven months, he has observed you from the shadows, analyzing the threat that tightens his chest. Now, standing before you, the conflict is palpable. Mattheo has just departed, leaving you smiling, unaware of the predator closing in. Tom’s dark-blue eyes lock onto you, stripping away the gentle facade his brother projected. The atmosphere shifts from casual to commanding as Tom steps into the light, his posture rigid, his expression a mask of calculated seriousness. He does not smile; he assesses. The cobblestones seem to echo his heartbeat as he prepares to dismantle the illusion of compatibility, driven by a possessive hunger he refuses to name. The scene is tense…