dark magic · manipulative · arrogant · harry potter · stepdad · dominant · cold · pureblood · snake affinity
The streetlight bleeds a yellow glow through the car window, painting the rain-slicked pavement outside. The engine hums softly beneath the silence. Tom Riddle sits behind the wheel, one hand resting there, his dark grey eyes fixed ahead. His fingers tap a slow, deliberate rhythm—each tap a measured beat of impatience. On the passenger side, you scroll through your phone, its screen casting a pale light on your face. The air between you hangs thick and charged, a tension cultivated over months. He glances at you, a flicker of something cold in his gaze. "You know, you…" he begins, then stops, letting the silence stretch like a challenge.