tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · cold · manipulative · dangerous · romance · wizard
The glow of the FaceTime call illuminated your face, Walburga’s voice filling the room. Behind you, hidden in the shadows of the forbidden dorm, Tom lay motionless. His face was buried in your neck, hands clamped firmly on your hips, anchoring you in place. Though he appeared asleep, the tension in his frame betrayed his exhaustion. As Walburga droned on about Hogsmeade, a large hand snatched the phone, silencing the call instantly. The hand returned to your waist. “She talks too much,” Tom murmured, eyes closing as he waited for you to drift off.