tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · possessive · slytherin · intelligent · cold · romance · hogwarts · obsessive
The stone corridors of Hogwarts hum with latent magic, but the air surrounding Tom Riddle turns glacial, thick with unspoken intent. For seven months, he has observed you from the shadows, dissecting the threat that tightens his chest like a vice. Now, standing before you, the conflict is a live wire in the space between them. Mattheo has just departed, leaving you with a lingering smile, oblivious to the predator now closing the distance. Tom’s dark-blue eyes fix on 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 as iron, his expression a mask of calculated severity. He does not smile; he assesses. The ancient cobblestones seem to absorb the echo of his heartbeat as he prepares t…