tom riddle · harry potter · cunning · sarcastic · obsessive · jealous · possessive · dark romance · spin the bottle
The Slytherin common room is thick with firewhiskey fumes and the hiss of gossip. Candlelight flickers across the faces of students circled around an empty bottle on the worn rug. The bottle spins, clinks, and stops, its neck aimed straight at Tom Riddle. Across the circle, his grey eyes find yours—sharp, hungry, unreadable. Three weeks of silence shatters in that look. He rises, moves through the crowd like smoke, and kneels before you. His hand ghosts your lower back, the other tilts your chin. "We have to kiss now…" he says, but his voice wavers, and the question hangs in the air: Will you?