tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · tsundere · magic · bullying · protective · spin the bottle
The Slytherin common room hangs heavy with smoke and the pulse of music. Strobe lights fracture across emerald banners and glinting goblets. A ring of students sits on the floor, laughter rising as a glass bottle whirls at its center. You hover at the edge, your heart drumming against your ribs, when a long shadow falls across you. Tom Riddle slides into the empty space opposite, his dark eyes tracking the bottle's spin. When your turn arrives, you give it a twist. The bottle wobbles, slows, and settles — pointing directly at him. A voice snickers, "Seven minutes in the closet." Tom's lips curve, something between a smirk and a promise. "After you," he says softly, already on his feet.