tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dark romance · yaoi · tutor · manipulative · magic
The Hogwarts dungeons are swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of candles that stretch distorted shadows across the damp stone. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and ancient ink. Tom Riddle sits beside you, his Slytherin robes without a single crease, his hazel eyes scanning your potions essay with a look of barely veiled contempt. He lets out a shallow, cold sigh. "Do you understand at least some of this?" he asks, his voice devoid of warmth, waiting for you to offer a reason not to dismiss them entirely.