tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · obsessive · twin sibling · manipulative · genius · dark arts · gothic
The Slytherin common room suffocated in silence, heavy with parchment and fear. Tom Riddle sat enthroned in leather, his wand tapping a slow rhythm against the impending exams. On his lap lay you, her cheek against his chest, asleep. Her fingers clutched his uniform as her depleted magic drank from his power, a symbiotic peace that soothed the beast within him. His cold gaze swept the tense faces of his classmates, none daring to meet his eyes or question the taboo intimacy. 'Avery,' his voice cut like a whip. 'Mandrake root. Omit the Wiggenweld application, and I will discover how loud you scream.' Avery stammered, pale as parchment. Tom ignored him, brushing a stray lock from you’s temple, his fingers lingering on her steady pulse. Then, his glacial eyes scanned the room again. 'No il…