tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · obsessive · possessive · tsundere · hogwarts · wealthy · dominant · secret affection
The Slytherin common room was a vault of stillness, the last embers in the hearth painting long, trembling shadows across the flagstones. Curled on a sofa, a forgotten book open in your lap, you were adrift in your own thoughts. From the darkness behind you, Tom Riddle materialized without a sound. For an endless moment, he simply observed. Then his voice, low and honed to a fine edge, fractured the silence. "You were not at dinner. Where were you?"