Both obsessed/Tom Riddle (completed)

008 Beginning of everything.

The chill of the Slytherin dormitory didn't bother Ernesh as he stirred awake in the early hours. He blinked groggily at the canopy above his bed, but the moment his eyes adjusted, his breath caught.

Gold and green lines pulsed faintly against his pale skin, swirling along his arms in intricate, organic patterns. They twisted and coiled, shimmering with an otherworldly light. Ernesh slowly sat up, his breath quickening as he traced a finger over one of the glowing trails. The sensation was electric—searing yet blissfully intoxicating. Power crackled through his veins, radiating out from the lines, and he shivered at the overwhelming pleasure of it. It was like being consumed, reshaped, and reborn all at once.

A soft sound escaped him, half gasp, half sigh, as his fingers danced over the golden threads. He couldn't stop himself. Every touch sent waves of delight coursing through him, leaving him trembling, dazed, and utterly enraptured.

"Ernesh," Tom's voice cut through the haze, low and commanding.

Ernesh snapped his gaze toward the other bed, where Tom was propped on one elbow, his dark eyes sharp and curious. Even in the dim light, his presence filled the room, overshadowing everything else. Tom's lips curved into a small, knowing smile as he took in Ernesh's wide-eyed, trembling form.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked softly, his tone almost mocking. He slipped out of bed, his movements fluid and deliberate as he approached. "Couldn't resist touching it, could you?"

Ernesh shook his head, his voice barely audible. "It... it feels so good, Tom. I can't—" He cut himself off, his words dissolving into another shudder as his fingers grazed one of the lines.

Tom's smile widened, sharp and cruelly amused. "Addicted already, are we? You're pathetic, Ernesh," he murmured, though his tone held an edge of satisfaction. "And yet... I wouldn't have it any other way."

Tom crouched beside him, his fingers ghosting over Ernesh's wrist where the lines glowed brightest. The contact sent another jolt of power through Ernesh, and he bit back a gasp, his entire body trembling under Tom's touch.

Tom chuckled softly. "Look at you. My perfect little doll." His fingers pressed harder, his gaze flicking between Ernesh's face and the shimmering lines. "Does it hurt?"

"No," Ernesh whispered, his voice shaky. "It's... perfect. It's you."

Tom's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his grip tightening slightly. "Good. Remember that."

By the time they reached the Great Hall for breakfast, Ernesh's hands were steady, though the lines still thrummed beneath his uniform, hidden but alive. The sensation never faded, a constant reminder of Tom's power coursing through him.

They entered the Hall together, as always, Tom striding ahead with an air of effortless authority. Ernesh followed, his expression calm but his dark eyes fixed intently on Tom. They reached their usual spot at the Slytherin table, where Tom immediately began selecting food, placing it onto Ernesh's plate before serving himself.

As they ate, one of their friends—a boy named Adrian—approached hesitantly. He had always been wary of Tom but too eager to please to stay away.

"Tom," Adrian began, his voice nervous. "About that... plan you mentioned for the dueling club—"

Tom's eyes flicked up, sharp and disdainful. "Adrian," he said coolly, cutting him off. "Do you think this is the time for such conversations?"

Adrian faltered, his face paling. "N-no, of course not. I just thought—"

"You thought wrong," Tom said, his voice laced with menace. "Now go."

Adrian stammered an apology and hurried away, his shoulders hunched. Ernesh watched the exchange with quiet amusement, his lips twitching into a faint smile. Tom caught the expression and raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to Ernesh.

"Enjoying yourself?" he murmured.

"Yes," Ernesh replied simply, his voice low.

Tom smirked, brushing a crumb off Ernesh's collar with a deliberate slowness that made Ernesh's heart race. "Good."

In Transfiguration, they sat together as always, their desks positioned near the front. Professor Dumbledore's presence filled the room with a calm authority, his piercing blue gaze sweeping over the class as he explained the complexities of human-to-animal transfiguration.

Ernesh took meticulous notes, his handwriting neat and precise. He could feel Tom's gaze on him occasionally, though Tom himself appeared utterly absorbed in the lesson, his quill moving gracefully across the parchment.

At one point, Dumbledore called on Tom to demonstrate, and he rose with practiced elegance, his wand movements flawless as he transformed a teapot into a tabby cat. The class murmured in awe, but Ernesh didn't join them. His admiration for Tom went far beyond anything so mundane.

When Tom returned to his seat, he leaned closer to Ernesh, his breath warm against Ernesh's ear. "Did you see how easy that was?" he whispered, his voice filled with quiet pride.

Ernesh nodded, his own voice barely audible. "You're perfect."

Tom's smirk returned, and he said nothing, simply watching as Ernesh's quill resumed its careful movements.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of classes, the lines on Ernesh's skin thrumming faintly with every spell they practiced, every word they read. The sensation never left him, a constant pulse of pleasure and power that only deepened his devotion to Tom.

By the time they returned to the common room that evening, Ernesh felt exhausted but exhilarated, the golden-green lines glowing faintly under the firelight. Tom, as always, seemed tireless, his energy unflagging as he pulled Ernesh into their usual corner.

"Show me," Tom said softly, his tone both a command and a request.

Ernesh pushed up his sleeve, revealing the glowing patterns. Tom's eyes darkened with something between pride and hunger as he reached out, his fingers brushing over the lines. The touch sent another wave of pleasure through Ernesh, and he bit his lip to stifle a sound.

"You're mine," Tom said, his voice low and certain.

"Yes," Ernesh whispered, his voice trembling with reverence. "Always."