slytherin boys react

tom riddle: making you sit on their lap

you were at his dorm, stressing about an exam, pacing back and forth.

"i can't believe how much material there is to cover," you mutter, running your hands through your hair in frustration.

he watches you for a moment, his expression stern and distant. finally, he stands up and grabs your wrist, his grip firm and unyielding, pulling you toward him.

"come here." he says, his voice low and commanding.

before you can protest, he sits back down and pulls you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist with a possessive grip. "you need to stop acting like a child," he states, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"but the exam..." you begin, feeling a mix of surprise and unease at his abrupt gesture.

"enough," he interrupts, his voice cold and unyielding. "pacing around like a headless chicken isn't going to help you. sit still and focus."

you sigh, leaning back against him, feeling the conflicting emotions of intimidation and a strange sense of security. "i just feel so overwhelmed."

he tightens his grip slightly, his gaze hard. "we'll go over the material together. but first, calm down," he orders.

you take a deep breath, trying to let go of some of the tension. "okay," you agree, his commanding presence starting to settle your nerves.

he reaches over to the stack of notes on the table, keeping one arm securely around you. "let's start with the topics you find most difficult," he says, flipping through the pages with an almost clinical efficiency.

with his support, you begin to review the material, his presence both reassuring and intimidating. every now and then, he offers a terse word of encouragement or a succinct explanation, and slowly, your confidence starts to build.

"see? you're getting it," he says after a particularly tough section, his tone slightly less harsh. "i told you, you can do this."

you smile, feeling more at ease despite his cold demeanor. "thanks. i don't know what i'd do without you." you say.

he chuckles softly, a rare hint of warmth in his voice as he gives you another squeeze. "you won't have to find out," he says, his voice returning to its cold, steady tone.