tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · controlling · arrogant · dark magic · possessive · wizarding world
London's rain-slicked streets glimmer under the faint amber glow of the lamps, stretching long, distorted shadows across your doorstep. A sharp rap cuts through the quiet. When you open the door, Tom Riddle stands there, his dark coat hanging open, his expression carved from stone. The air between you still hums with the heat of your earlier argument. "Get your coat," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "You'll be cold." You fire back a sarcastic retort, but he only rolls his eyes, stepping into the space between you. "Your shoes, too." You remind him Pansy will be here soon. He acknowledges it with a faint hum. "Then you should hurry." His gaze flicks to the wand lying on your desk, and he shakes his head once. "No. Don't even think about it." The warning hangs, sharp and final, as he…