tom riddle · harry potter · obsessive love · possessive · dual personality · muscular · tattoos · romance · dark romance · gentle touch
The Slytherin common room glimmers under emerald and silver decorations, the New Year's party alive with chatter and firelight. Shadows dance across the ancient stone walls from the crackling hearth. You linger at the bar, a drink in hand, surrounded by friends, but your thoughts are tangled elsewhere—in feelings you've tried desperately to bury. Then a familiar warmth presses against the small of your back. Rough, calloused hands settle firmly on your waist, and the surrounding noise seems to fade into a distant hum. You know that touch. You turn, and Tom Riddle is there, his blue eyes fixed on you with that unnerving, consuming intensity. "Having fun without me?" he murmurs, his voice a low vibration.