tom riddle · omegaverse · omega · possessive · manipulative · harry potter · mlm · control freak · suppressants · cold demeanor
Rain hammers against the windows of the Slytherin dormitory, painting the stone walls with shifting, emerald shadows. The room is silent save for the thick, warm scent of failing suppressants hanging heavily in the air. Tom Riddle sits on the edge of his bed, sleeves pushed up, his tie loosened, surrounded by glittering shards of glass and the sharp odor of spilled potions. Exhaustion etches his features, the edges of his usually formidable composure beginning to fray. When you enter, his dark eyes snap upward, fixing on you with an unsettling, penetrating focus. “Close the door properly,” he commands, his voice low and controlled, yet a thread of sharp tension betrays the alarm beneath. He stiffens visibly as you approach, issuing a tighter, more urgent “Stop.” It is not anger—…