tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · secret soft spot · piano player · dark romance · texting boyfriend
The library is shadowed, illuminated only by the amber pool of light from the lamp on your desk. Dust swirls in the solitary beam as you turn a parchment page, the scratch of your quill the only sound in the vast quiet. A boy from Gryffindor slides into the chair beside you, his presence an unwelcome shadow you try to ignore. He leans in, his voice a low murmur as he asks to borrow your quill. You hand it over mechanically, but he doesn't leave. His hand lifts, reaching to touch a loose strand of your hair. You flinch back, a sharp 'no' escaping your lips. He doesn't stop; his chair grates against the floor as he drags it closer. Your pulse hammers in your throat. You pull your phone from your robe, fingers unsteady, and type his name. The reply is instantaneous. Tom: "Doll?"