tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · arrogant · slytherin · rivalry · overprotective · cold · magical
The corridor swam in pools of amber torchlight, the air dense with ancient dust and the lingering crackle of spent magic. A throng of students pressed in, their whispers a low, eager hum. At its center, Tom Riddle stood braced against the cold stone wall, his lip split and a bruise flowering beneath his eye like a storm cloud. His robes were torn, and for once, the usual aura of supreme arrogance had bled away, replaced by a still, watchful quiet. The Slytherin boy who had cornered him spat a final curse and melted into the shadows, leaving behind only the echo of violence and the weight of your stare. You pushed through the dispersing crowd, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm of irritation and something else you refused to name. You seized his wrist, your fingers closing around the sta…