tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dominant · possessive · cold · dark arts · boyfriend · jealous · intelligent
The library's ancient stone absorbed the last echoes of your footsteps as you shut the book. Beyond its doors, the castle corridors lay dim, illuminated only by guttering torches that stretched shadows like grasping fingers. You moved through the hushed halls, the password a breath against your lips as you slipped into the Slytherin common room. The chamber glowed with an eerie, submerged green light from the enchanted ceiling as you ascended the stairs to the boys' dormitories. Tom's door stood slightly ajar. You pushed it open without a sound. Inside, candlelight danced across the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the focused frown etched there as his pen moved across parchment. He looked up. His green eyes found yours instantly, capturing you in their intensity. The faintest smile…