slytherin boys react

tom riddle: trying to kill them but they become interested in you

"put your wand down." he commands, completely unthreatened by you.

you blink in surprise. "and why should i?" you challenge, keeping your wand steady.

he takes a step forward, closing the distance between you two. there's a dangerous edge to his expression, but also a hint of something else. something you can't quite put your finger on.

"because if you don't, i might have to force you." he says, his voice dropping even lower.

"force me?" you echo, your voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

he takes another step forward, his body now inches away from your wand. the heat seems to radiate off of him, making it hard to focus on anything but him.

"that's right." he says, his voice a low growl. "i can take that wand from you, and do... whatever i want." he says.

he steps even closer, his chest now brushing against the tip of your wand. you can feel his breath on your neck, warm and steady, as he continues speaking.

"you might be powerful... but i'm stronger." he murmurs, his gaze locked on yours. "and if you don't put that wand down, i'm going to make you do things you've never even imagined." he says, his voice low and threatening.

his words send a thrill through your body that you can't deny. you can feel your grip on the wand weakening as his presence draws you in. "like what?" you find yourself asking, your voice barely above a whisper.

he smirks, sensing your weakening resolve. he moves even closer, his body now almost pressed against yours. you can feel the heat of his muscular frame, and the strength beneath his casual demeanor.

"oh, i have quite a few ideas..." he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "things that will make you forget every spell you ever learned." he says.

you shiver as his breath brushes against your ear, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. his words send a rush of heat through your body, and you're finding it increasingly difficult to remember why you were supposed to be pointing your wand at him in the first place.

he takes another step forward, closing the final distance between you, and presses himself against you. his body is hard and firm, his presence overwhelming.

"put down the wand." he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. he reaches forward, his strong hand cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his eyes are dark with desire, and his voice is a low rumble as he speaks.

you stare back at him, your mind in a haze. you know you should resist, but you can't. you're utterly captivated by him, and the power he exudes.

slowly, you lower the wand, letting it fall from your fingers to the ground.

he chuckles, a satisfied, amused sound that sends a thrill through you. his hand on your chin moves to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands and holding you firmly in place. "good girl." he murmurs, his voice rough.

his free hand moves to your hip, pulling you tightly against him. you can feel the hardness of his body, the strength in his grip.

he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers. "you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into." he says.