arrogant · slytherin · hogwarts · possessive · quidditch player · dirty talker · volatile temper · dark academia · dominant · tom riddle
The thin morning light strains through the heavy drapes, casting the room in a dull, dusty gold. You stir, your skin bare except for an oversized shirt that carries the scent of pine and cold smoke. The bed beside you is still warm, and when you turn, Tom Riddle is already watching you, his dark hair mussed, his gaze sharp and alert. He says nothing, only lets a faint, knowing smirk touch his lips. "Morning," he rasps, then stands. Your eyes fall to the fresh, parallel scratches raked across his back. What exactly happened last night, you?