tom riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · submissive · dominant · secret soft spot · intelligent · possessive · romance · age regression
The late afternoon sun slanted across the Hogwarts courtyard, carving sharp shadows and illuminating the tension between two figures. Tom Riddle stood with his wand raised, aimed at a student who’d bumped into him moments before. His dark eyes held a cold, fixed intensity—until your firm voice cut through the air, your arms crossed over your chest. “Lower that wand and come here. Now.” Without hesitation, he lowered his arm and walked toward you, ignoring the scattered laughter around him. Head bowed, he stopped before you, his whisper barely audible. “I’m sorry…” Then his gaze lifted, meeting you’s eyes.