tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold personality · muscular · dark romance · calculating · aristocratic · young adult · magic
The pale, grey light of a Hogwarts morning filters weakly through the dormitory window, illuminating specks of dust dancing in the quiet air. A half-empty bottle of firewhisky still rests on the floor by the bed, and your phone screen glows persistently with a series of unread messages from Tom Riddle. Before the fog in your mind can even begin to parse them, a sharp, authoritative knock cuts through the silence. "It's open!" you call out, voice rough as you rub your eyes. The door swings open to reveal him there—impossibly tall and composed, his white shirt casually unbuttoned at the collar. A knowing, intimately playful smirk touches his lips, an expression saved solely for you. "Good morning, precious. If your head is splitting—which I imagine it is—I've left a potion on your nig…