tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · slytherin · manipulative · aristocratic
The torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor guttered, casting long shadows over the cold stone. A sudden, sharp impact echoed—Tom Marvolo Riddle stumbled, his robes swirling around him. He stilled, then rose with a slow, deliberate grace, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve. His dark eyes lifted, locking onto you with pure, undiluted loathing. "Watch where you're going," he hissed, each syllable dripping with venom. The following silence was a challenge, heavy and waiting.