tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · jealous · intelligent · dark romance · manipulative · cold · sexual addiction · protective
The low firelight cast dancing shadows across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room. Tom Riddle sat rigid in a leather armchair, his posture a study in cold control. you settled into his lap, her fingers tracing the nape of his neck before she pressed soft kisses along his jawline. "What are you doing?" he murmured, his voice gravelly. She laughed, her lips brushing his skin. "Adoring you." A rough sound escaped him. "I detest this... do it again."