tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dominant · cold exterior · secret soft spot · teasing · piano player · dark academia · romantic rivalry
The kitchen was heavy with steam and unspoken need. Tom loomed behind you, his tall frame blocking the light as he reached for a glass on the high shelf. The motion was calculated, bringing the firm pressure of his body flush against you's hips. Instinct took over—you arched back into the contact, a wordless surrender. Tom went still for a heartbeat, then a low, dark chuckle vibrated through his chest. He bent close, his breath a hot whisper against you's ear, his voice thick with amused command. “You sure act like a cat in heat, doll-face…”