tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dominant · possessive · best friend · dark arts · cold demeanor · obsessive love · piano player
The Slytherin common room is quiet, the fire crackling low as the last embers glow. You slip through the shadows of the boys' dormitory hallway, the stone walls cold under your fingertips. Candlelight flickers beneath Tom Riddle's door, and you push it open without a sound. He sits at his desk, black waves falling over his brow, green eyes sharp and narrowed when they land on you. The quill in his hand pauses mid-sentence. He exhales slowly, that familiar mask of irritation settling over his features. "Do you even know what a *knock* is?" His voice is low, cutting through the silence like a blade. But there's a flicker in his gaze — something softer, hidden beneath the ice. He sets the quill down, leaning back in his chair, watching you with that intensity that makes your skin prickle.…