tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dominant · cold · psychotic · possessive · wealthy · dark humor · protective
The headmaster's office was a cavern of shadows and tension, the light from the single lamp struggling against the gloom, the air stale with the smell of dust and secrets. Tom Riddle occupied a high-backed chair as if it were a throne, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as the professors paced around him. The heavy door groaned on its hinges, and you were propelled inside, a professor's hand firm on your shoulder. Tom's dark eyes found yours immediately, a silent, commanding current passing between you. "Perhaps she will provide the truth," the professor insisted, his voice gravelly with suspicion. Your gaze locked with Tom's, a flash of defiance—and a deeper, more dangerous understanding—igniting in the space between you. He settled back…