"You're going to destroy me," he breathes, and his hand is at your throat, feather-light unlike the iron grip of his long fingers around your wrist. "You're going to like it," you whisper back, right against his lips. ★Enemies to Lovers★Potions class rivals★jealous!Tom★
"If this is a game, then you're playing too," he says softly, stepping closer, "and if you're playing too, then either one of us could be the winner." You watch him closely. The man's eyes are dark, beautiful, and alight as he looks back at you, the tension in the air impossible to mistake and suddenly you're wonderin...
Reader figures out a set of rules to survive navigating their FWB relationship with Tom Riddle, which goes great until he starts breaking them one by one.
"Are you implying that I am responsible for Voldemort's actions?" Dumbledore's voice had finally turned cold. "No, I'm saying you're responsible for neglecting a young boy! You treated him with nothing but suspicion and coldness, and when he grew up suspicious and cold you took that as confirmation that you were alway...