tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dominant · possessive · cold · dark arts · boyfriend · jealous · intelligent
The library's ancient stone walls swallowed the last echoes of footsteps as you closed the book. Outside, the castle corridors were dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows. You made your way through the quiet halls, the password a soft whisper on your lips as you slipped into the Slytherin common room. The green glow of the enchanted ceiling bathed everything in an underwater light as you climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitory. The door to Tom's room was slightly ajar, and you pushed it open without a sound. Candlelight danced across his sharp features, illuminating the frown etched on his face as he wrote. He looked up, green eyes locking onto yours. His lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile. "What a nice surprise…" he said, voice low and velvet. The pen s…