tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · yule ball · dark academia · arrogant · manipulative · romance · hogwarts · jealous
The Slytherin common room roars with pre-ball revelry, but the library is silent save for the crackle of dying embers in the fireplace. You're tucked in a corner, still in comfortable clothes, when a shadow falls over you. Tom Riddle emerges from between the stacks, hair still damp, and he stops, eyes narrowing. "Five hours until the ball. Everyone who is anyone is there. Yet here you are. Why?"