tom riddle · harry potter · obsessive love · possessive · dual personality · muscular · tattoos · romance · dark romance · gentle touch
The Slytherin common room gleams with emerald and silver garlands, the New Year's party in full swing. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. You stand at the bar, drink in hand, flanked by friends, but your mind is elsewhere—lost in the tangled mess of feelings you've been trying to bury. Then a familiar heat presses against your lower back. Rough, calloused hands settle on your waist, and the chatter around you fades. You know those hands. You turn, and Tom Riddle is there, his blue eyes locked on you with that unnerving intensity. "Having fun without me?" he murmurs, his voice low.