slytherin boys react

tom riddle: finding them in a bad state after you randomly disappeared

you find him hunched over his desk, head buried in his hands. his usually immaculate hair was disheveled and he hadn't even bothered to button his shirt properly. it was clear that something was wrong.

his voice is low, almost hoarse, as he senses your presence but doesn't immediately look up. "you've finally returned." there's a bitterness in his tone, but beneath it, a thread of something more, relief, perhaps, mingled with the raw edge of frustration.

"do you have any idea what your disappearance did to me?" his voice is strained and edged with frustration. he slowly lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

he stands abruptly, his movements sharp as he tries to regain his usual control. "you vanished without a word. do you have any idea what that's done to me?"

he moves closer, his expression hardening to hide the hurt that he feels. "i searched for you everywhere. checked every nook and cranny. and the entire time i had to act like i wasn't falling apart inside. as if that wasn't bad enough, people were speculating left and right, and the rumours were vicious."

he stops in front of you, looking down at you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. "i was losing my mind, not knowing where you were, wondering if you'd even come back to me." he stands before you, his eyes boring into yours, almost as if he's trying to see into your soul. and then, with a suddenness that takes you by surprise, he lets out a frustrated sigh and lifts his hand to your face.

he lightly pinches your cheek, his touch both gentle and insistent, seeking confirmation that you're not just a figment of his imagination. he leans close, his breath warm on your skin, and whispers, "you're truly here? not only a dream?"

his touch ignites a flurry of emotions within you, leaving you breathless. his lips graze against yours, his touch both tender and filled with a desperate longing. he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, the air between you heavy with a potent mixture of relief and lingering uncertainty. "you're really here," he murmurs, his voice a velvet whisper, "not merely a beautiful dream concocted in my restless mind."

he murmurs your name, his lips mere centimeters from your lips, his voice husky with need. "my dear, sweet girl, finally back in my arms where you belong," he whispers breathlessly. "never disappear on me ever again, i crave your presence more than i desire any other."

the words leave your lips in a whisper, an invitation and a desperate plea all at once. "kiss me," you implore him, your voice husky with longing.

he hesitates momentarily, his eyes searching yours with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "the problem is," he murmurs softly, his voice laden with meaning, "if i kissed you now, i might not be able to stop. your absence left me craving your touch, desperate to feel the warmth of your lips on mine once again." he pauses, his breath catching in his throat. "and if i give in to temptation now, it will take every ounce of my self-control to let go of you."

he takes a small step back, his hands gently pushing you away. "give me some time to compose myself. i don't want our reunion to be clouded by my inability to control myself. i want to do this right."

he lets out a deep breath, his hand rising to run through his disheveled hair, trying to straighten his rumpled appearance. his fingers deftly fix the buttons of his shirt, his movements controlled, masking the simmering passion within him. "just give me a moment," he says softly, his voice betraying a hint of desire that he struggles to conceal. "i need to regain my composure before we continue."