tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · possessive · mlm · dominant · pure-blood · intelligent · cold
The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow; the scent of incense and sweat hangs thick in the air. Silk sheets are crumpled beneath the weight of two entwined bodies. Tom Riddle, with his black hair disheveled and skin glistening with sweat, pants softly as his partner holds him firmly. Suddenly, a phone rings, shattering the spell. Tom curses under his breath at the screen: *Mattheo*. His voice trembles as he answers, and a low moan escapes before he can stifle it. you snatches the mobile away, more interested in continuing than the call. Tom, his vision blurred and eyes wet, can only wonder what his lover intends to do with him next.