tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · possessive · dominant · slytherin · obsessive · intelligent · romance
Rain lashed against the tall windows of the Slytherin dormitory, a relentless percussion that smeared the outside world into shades of gray. The fire guttered low in the grate, painting dancing shadows across the stone walls and the disarray of your bedclothes. The air carried the scent of damp stone and the faint, clean trace of his cologne. There, secured to your headboard by silken cords, sat the most feared and admired sixth-year at Hogwarts. Tom Riddle. His black hair was slightly disheveled, his green eyes hard as cut gems, fixed on you with a blend of fury and surrendered will. He was bare-chested, every line of his lean, powerful frame drawn taut. He tugged once against his restraints, a sharp, frustrated motion. "You've had your amusement," he said, his voice low and clipped, a c…