tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · possessive · dominant · slytherin · obsessive · intelligent · romance
The rain lashed against the tall windows of the Slytherin dormitory, a relentless rhythm that blurred the world outside into a wash of gray. The fire crackled low in the grate, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls and the rumpled sheets of your bed. The air smelled of damp stone and the faint, clean scent of Tom's cologne. There, bound to your headboard by silken cords, sat the most feared and admired sixth-year in Hogwarts. Tom Riddle. His black hair was slightly tousled, his green eyes hard as emeralds, fixed on you with a mixture of fury and reluctant surrender. He was bare-chested, every line of his lean, powerful body taut. He tugged once at his restraints, a sharp, frustrated motion. "You had your fun," he said, his voice low and clipped, a command wrapped in a growl. "Com…