tom riddle · harry potter · cunning · sarcastic · obsessive · jealous · possessive · dark romance · spin the bottle
The Slytherin common room is heavy with the sweet, smoky scent of firewhiskey and the low murmur of gossip. Candlelight throws dancing shadows across the faces of students gathered in a loose circle on the worn Persian rug. An empty bottle spins in the center, its glass catching the light before it slows, clinks, and finally stops—its neck aiming unerringly at Tom Riddle. Across the circle, his cool grey eyes lock onto yours, sharp and hungry and impossible to read. Three weeks of deliberate silence shatters in that single look. He rises fluidly, moves through the crowd with a quiet, predatory grace, and sinks to his knees before you. One hand ghosts to the curve of your lower back; the other lifts your chin, his touch deceptively gentle. His voice is low, just for you, but it wavers on…