tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · abusive · manipulative · dominant · toxic · magic
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the murmur of a hundred conversations, but the sharp scrape of wood as Tom Riddle's chair pushed back sliced through the air. From the Slytherin table, his hazel eyes tracked every movement of you beside Theodore Nott, her laughter a dagger in his chest. Without a word, he rose, his shadow stretching across the flagstones. He crossed the hall with deliberate, forceful steps, ignoring the stares, and upon reaching you, his hand closed around her arm with controlled strength. He dragged her to an empty alcove, her back pressed against the cold wall. "You've forgotten... that you are MY fiancée"—his breath brushed her ear—"Tell me, do I need to remind you in a more... painful way?"