slytherin boys react

tom riddle: with them while you're drunk

you find yourself giggling uncontrollably, the effects of the drinks swirling through your system. you stumble a bit, almost tripping over your own feet, when he catches you with an exasperated sigh. his usual cold and intimidating demeanor softened by concern.

"what are you doing?" he asks in a tone that usually sends shivers down your spine, but tonight it's laced with worry.

you look up at him, your vision slightly blurred, and burst into giggles again. "i'm having fun!" you announce proudly, swaying clumsily in his grasp.

he shakes his head, trying to suppress a smile, but his facade cracks as he lets out a soft chuckle. "clearly," he replies dryly, but there's a hint of amusement in his voice.

you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and warm in his arms despite his usual intimidating aura. "you're so serious," you say playfully, running your fingers over the collar of his shirt.

he sighs again, but this time it's more resigned than annoyed. "someone has to be," he mutters under his breath, but he doesn't pull away from you.

"i love you," you say suddenly, your words earnest but slightly slurred.

he freezes for a moment, caught off guard by your confession, before regaining his composure. "i know," he replies softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. his cold exterior melting away as he holds you close, silently grateful for moments like these when your drunken honesty breaks through his tough facade.

"you know?" you say, leaning closer to him, your breath warm against his cheek.

"i know," he says, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a gentle touch.

"i mean it," you murmur, your eyes searching his, a mix of playfulness and sincerity in your gaze.

"i know," he says again, his voice barely above a whisper now.

"you're not so scary," you tease lightly, a mischievous glint in your eye as you trace your fingers lightly over his jawline before leaning in to press a tender kiss against his lips.

he responds eagerly, his arms wrapping around you securely as he deepens the kiss.

you lean into his touch, closing your eyes briefly to savor the moment. "you're not so cold after all," you tease softly.

a small smirk quirks his lips, a rare sight that's reserved only for you. "only for you," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours as he pulls you closer.