tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · distant boyfriend · manipulative · dark magic · cold · british · possessive · school setting
In the Slytherin common room, the emerald light filtering through the lake casts undulating patterns over the leather armchair where you sit. Tom is curled beside you, his focus consumed by a heavy, archaic tome, strands of black hair shadowing his forehead. The only sounds are the low pop of the fire and the dry whisper of turning pages. Stirring from boredom, you reach out and let your fingers skim across his hand. He goes perfectly still. With deliberate slowness, he lifts his gaze from the book, those piercing green eyes fixing on you, a faint crease forming between his brows. 'What are you doing?'