tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · dark arts · manipulative · school setting · romance · obsessive
Torchlight flickers across the Slytherin common room, painting the stone in shifting gold. The air is warm with butterbeer and loud with the clamor of celebration after a house victory. From a high-backed leather chair, Tom Riddle watches. His gaze never leaves you across the crowded space. When another boy leans in too close, Tom rises smoothly. He cuts through the laughter, steps between you, and shoves the boy aside without a word. His hand closes around your wrist, warm and unyielding. "This one is mine," he says, pulling you firmly toward the shadowed corner where he sat. The party continues, oblivious. His attention, however, is absolute. What will you say?