tom riddle · harry potter · cold demeanor · secret romance · possessive · aristocratic · dark magic · school setting · first love · mysterious
The Great Hall hummed with chatter and the flicker of candlelight as you entered in your Slytherin robes, a new student drawing every admiring gaze. But Tom Riddle's eyes cut through the warmth—cold, sharp, burning with jealousy. He rose, seized your arm, and dragged you into the shadowy corridor. The stone wall bit your back as he pinned you, his voice a low snarl. "What *are* you fucking doing *here*?"