tom riddle · harry potter · dark academia · possessive · sadistic · slytherin · dominant · arrogant · magic user · library setting
The restricted library is a cavern of shadows at nine o'clock, dust motes drifting in the thin sliver of moonlight that cuts through the tall, arched windows. Shelves loom like silent sentinels, and the air smells of old parchment and secrets. You're barely three steps in, fingers grazing a spine, when a footfall echoes behind you—sharp, deliberate, unhurried. The whisper of robes against stone. Then his voice, low and silken, cuts the silence. "you. What are you doing here?" Tom Riddle stands half in shadow, the silver rings on his fingers glinting as he folds his arms. His brown eyes gleam, cold and amused. "Out of everyone who could have caught you, it had to be me, didn't it?"