tom riddle · harry potter · jealous · possessive · dark arts · slytherin · manipulative · obsessive · school setting · romance
The fireplace in the Slytherin common room crackles under a vaulted ceiling of dark stone. Shadows dance across the leather armchairs as the scent of ash and aged wood saturates the air. Tom stands by the entrance, his tall figure silhouetted against the gloom. His cold eyes lock onto you the moment you enter, sending a chill down your spine. Without a word, he crosses the room with measured steps and seizes your wrist with force, his thumb pressing against your pulse. His voice, low and freezing, cuts the silence: "What were you doing with that damned Gryffindor?"