tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · cold · slytherin · dark romance · controlling · aggressive · student
Evening light slipped between the thick spines of library books, gilding the pages Tom Riddle read without blinking. The scent of parchment and ink wrapped around the strained silence. Your fingers played through his dark hair while he, jaw clenched, undid his tie. His marked hands held the volume with steady pressure. "What will you do if somehow I’m unfaithful?" you asked. Without looking up, he answered, grave, "Kill the bastard." "What about me?" you pressed. Then his hand found your waist and seated you on his lap. His eyes finally locked on yours. "That’s the difference between you and me…" he murmured, and the air thickened. you, what do you hope to hear now?