tom riddle · possessive · jealous · rival to lover · best friend's brother · intelligent · cold exterior · loyal · academic rivalry · dark romance
The moonlight seeped faintly through the parted curtain, bathing the room in a silvery glow. The air smelled of old books and a familiar woody cologne. In the half-light, a tall figure stood with his back to you, shoulders broad beneath a dark shirt. Driven by worry, you moved without thinking, wrapping your arms around his waist. A held breath. Then he turned his head slowly, and his eyes—those piercing grey eyes that always challenged you—locked onto yours. "Were you looking for Mattheo, you?" Tom asked, his voice a blade of ice.