tom riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · slytherin · head boy · arrogant · manipulative · romantic rivalry
The library window was a blur of grey and silver, rain hammering against the ancient glass like a thousand tiny fists. The scent of old parchment and damp stone hung heavy in the air, and the only light came from a single, flickering candle that cast long shadows across the shelves. you sat alone, absorbed in a worn volume, her head bowed as raindrops traced erratic paths down the pane behind her. The door burst open with a crash, and a gust of wet wind swept through the aisle. Tom Riddle stood there, silhouetted against the dim corridor, his dark hair plastered to his brow, rivulets of water streaming down his face and neck, soaking his white shirt until it clung to his chest. His tie was undone, hanging loose, and his eyes—those grey, endless eyes—found her instantly. A slow, wolfis…