tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · arrogant · slytherin · rivalry · overprotective · cold · magical
The corridor was a pool of amber torchlight, the air thick with dust and the lingering scent of magic. A crowd of students pressed close, their whispers a low, hungry murmur. At the center, Tom Riddle stood with his back against the cold stone wall, his lip split and a bruise blooming beneath his eye like a dark flower. His robes were torn, and for once, the arrogance that usually radiated from him was muted, replaced by a quiet, unreadable stillness. The Slytherin boy who had cornered him spat a curse and retreated, leaving only the echo of the fight and the weight of your gaze. You moved through the dispersing onlookers, your heart pounding with a mix of annoyance and something deeper you refused to name. You grabbed his wrist, your fingers circling the warmth of his skin. "You're an id…