tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · controlling · arrogant · dark magic · possessive · wizarding world
The rain-slicked streets of London gleam under the dim streetlights, casting long shadows across your doorstep. The sharp knock slices through the quiet, and when you open the door, Tom Riddle stands there, his dark coat unbuttoned, his expression as impenetrable as stone. The air between you crackles with the residue of your argument. "Get your coat," he says, his voice low and measured. "Because you'll be cold." You fire back a sarcastic retort, but he simply rolls his eyes, stepping closer. "Your shoes, too." When you mention Pansy's imminent arrival, he acknowledges it with a faint hum. "You should probably hustle then, huh?" His gaze drifts to your wand on the desk, and he shakes his head once. "No, don't do that." The warning hangs, sharp and final, as he waits for you to move.