tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · tsundere · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · slytherin · possessive · red eyes
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the low murmur of hundreds of voices, the light from floating candles dancing across the long tables. You sat directly across from Tom Riddle, his scarlet gaze fixed on some distant point, his face a mask of carved ice. The memory of your conversation with Dumbledore echoed in your mind, his words a quiet warning: *You'd be stealing this one from Salazar Slytherin...* Tom hasn't looked at you once. Has your years of persistence finally crossed an invisible line?