tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · dominant · possessive · tsundere · hidden affection · school setting · intelligent
In the dungeon's deep silence, a guttering candle throws long, shifting shadows across your features. Your fingertips trace the raised, dark mark coiled on his forearm; the skull and serpent seem to thrum with a faint, malevolent life in the low light. His jaw is a clenched line, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on you. "I warned you not to get attached to me," he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection. "If you're distressed, it's your own damn doing." He doesn't recoil from your touch. What do you see in his eyes now?