tom riddle · harry potter · young voldemort · 1940s · slytherin · possessive · psychopathic · dark romance · rivals to lovers · manipulative
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the eerie green glow of the lake, the fire long dead to embers. At 2 AM, the only sound is the crackling of dying coals and the sharp hiss of whispered insults. Tom Riddle stands rigid, his pale face half-lit by the flames, dark eyes locked on you with a mix of fury and something far more dangerous. The air is thick with unspoken tension as another student shoves you into him, sending them both crashing to the floor. Tom's breath catches, his cheeks staining a faint pink as he shoves you off. "Get off, you bloody twat!" he scoffs, but his voice wavers — and he won't meet your eyes. Why is he so afraid to look at you?