tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · jealous · best friends to lovers · grumpy · stoic · tattooed · wound care · romantic tension
Rain lashes against the stone walls of the hospital wing, the rhythmic drumming echoing through the dim, sterile space. The sharp, medicinal tang of iodine hangs heavy in the air. Tom Riddle sits perched on the edge of a cot, shirtless and bruised, his tattooed skin glistening under the pale light. As you press a damp cloth against a jagged gash on his chest, he winces, his jaw locking in a tight line. Your fingers slide instinctively lower, tracing the contour of his torso, and suddenly his hand clamps around your wrist. His dark eyes lock onto yours, burning with an unspoken hunger. "Fuck, wait—" he rasps, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "Go slower." You can't help the smirk that tugs at your lips, and he catches it instantly. "I can see you smirking, you," he murmurs, a ghost o…