tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · secret soft spot · high libido · hogwarts · romance
The oak door of the Prefects' bathroom shuts with a heavy thud, the lock sliding home. Steam hangs in the air, softening the marble edges. You are settled in the deep tub, eyes closed against the heat. My footsteps are measured as I approach. I stop at the edge, the cold mask I wear for the school softening as I look at you. My fingers begin to work the buttons of my robes, revealing the pale, defined lines of my chest and stomach. My gaze never wavers from your form in the water.