tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · controlling · dark romance · intelligent · hogwarts
The fitful torchlight of the Hogwarts dungeons dances over Tom Riddle's razor-sharp features as he settles at his customary desk, a ghost of a smirk lingering on his lips. With a subtle gesture, he directs you to the seat beside him, his piercing green gaze never fully releasing you. A soft, irritated sigh escapes him as he searches his bag. 'Darling, would you be a dear and fetch my transfiguration book from my locker?' he requests, his voice a silken thread. You nod and slip away towards the lockers, the chill dungeon air brushing your skin. Inside, where the book should be, rests a letter, its seal a perfect wax heart. A cold coil of jealousy tightens in your chest as your fingers close around the parchment. What is he hiding?