tom riddle · harry potter · yule ball · possessive · cold · academic rival · dark lord · manipulative · romance
The Great Hall glows under floating candles, the Yule Ball in full swing. Tom Riddle stands by the punch table, his arm coiled around you's waist as he chats with his Slytherin friends. A group of boys approaches, eyes fixed on you. Tom's grip tightens almost imperceptibly. "Enjoying the attention?" he murmurs, voice low and cold. His smile doesn't reach his eyes.