tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · manipulative · intelligent · hogwarts · romance · jealous · aristocratic
Night had fallen over Hogwarts, moonlight slicing through the curtains of the Slytherin common room. The rustle of a robe and a stifled gasp fractured the silence. Tom Riddle, hair disheveled and dark eyes gleaming with irritation, tightened his grip on you's thigh as he held the phone to his ear. "Damn it, Matteo... speak fast... I was in the middle of something..." His voice, strained and cutting, barely concealed the interrupted desire. What excuse could you possibly give?