tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · possessive · protective · head boy · hogwarts · romance · dual personality
The year is 1943. In the shadowed quiet of Tom’s chambers, the warmth of your bodies still lingers. you rests against his bare chest, his arm a steady anchor around her shoulders. His fingertips wander softly over her skin, a silent language of possession and care. Then his eyes lift to the clock on the nightstand: 6:45 PM. The spell shatters. "Fuck, I have to get ready," he says, voice low. He rises, dressing with swift, precise movements—boxers, then robes. When he turns to face you, everything is immaculate. Except the tie. It hangs crooked, a single flaw in the perfect portrait of the Head Boy.