tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · slytherin · pureblood · dark romance · controlling · magical
The Three Broomsticks hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, firelight casting amber shadows across the worn wooden tables. In the back corner, away from the crowd, you sit pressed close to Tom Riddle, your hand curled around his arm, fingers interlaced with his. His dark eyes catch the glow as he looks down at you, jaw set, thumb tracing slow circles on your knuckles. The scent of butterbeer and old oak hangs in the air. He still hasn't said what this means—the way he pulls you closer whenever someone glances your way, the possessive edge in his voice when he speaks to others. Tonight, it's just the two of you. "you," he says, and you lift your gaze to meet his, waiting.