tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · dark romance · protective · manipulative · dangerous
The hospital wing is a pocket of shadow lit by one guttering candle; the smell of antiseptic cuts the air. You sit on the stiff cot, an ice pack numb against your temple, bandages winding your throat and cheek. The door flies open. Tom Riddle fills the threshold, his dark eyes sweeping the room before pinning you in place. He stops, his jaw locking tight. "Who did this?" His voice slices the silence. "What happened?" His gaze holds a storm, barely caged, intensity bleeding into the space between you.