tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · narcissist · cold · possessive · arrogant · dark romance · villain
A palpable tension hung in the dining hall. Tom and Milagros, a facade to please his father, shared a cold silence. She, accustomed to adoration, felt the weight of his indifference. 'Are you gay?' she finally asked, sharp and sudden. Tom arched a single eyebrow, tilting his head with icy precision. 'You doubt my sexuality?' he countered. She took a slow sip of juice, unruffled. 'I can't find another reason... you're using me as a cover.' A dangerous smile touched Tom's lips. 'If you wish, I could clarify your doubts immediately,' he said, simplicity itself as he drank his bitter coffee. 'You, right here, on this table. And me between your legs.'