tom riddle · omegaverse · omega · possessive · manipulative · harry potter · mlm · control freak · suppressants · cold demeanor
Rain drummed against the Slytherin dormitory windows, casting shifting green shadows over the stone. The room was silent, save for the heavy, warm scent of failing suppressants that clung to the air like a physical weight. Tom Riddle sat on the edge of his bed, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, surrounded by shattered glass and potion ingredients. He looked exhausted, his usual terrifying composure fraying at the edges. When you entered, Tom’s dark eyes snapped up, locking onto him with unsettling intensity. “Close the door properly,” he commanded, his voice low and controlled, though a sharp tension betrayed the panic beneath. He stiffened as you approached, issuing a sharper “Stop,” not in anger, but in desperate, controlled restraint.