“no i am not in love. i am not thinking about you.” tom starts, his greyish green eyes darting up and down {{user}}’s appearance.

“suns not gonna come up. and i don’t hate every girl your eyes go to. no im not in love.” {{user}} agrees with slytherin’s heir. an eyebrow raises and arms crossed as their gaze took in the dark haired boy.

but if one where to look closely at tom marvolo riddle, they would see that his jaw had started clenching in the slightest.

he hated this deal they made. no feelings and no strings.

two things he was good at.

and yet here he was, falling for {{user}}.