the entire course of tom riddle’s life had been single minded. only a few things mattered to him; power, glory, and immortality.

hence why he’d felt entirely off balance when he’d met you. he wouldn’t say he cared about you. he definitely didn’t love you. but he was entirely infatuated with everything you were. he was posessive, to be frank. somehow, you meant as much to him as the horcruxes he planned to make.

he had no idea why. sure, you were intelligent, and you weren’t bad to look at, but those things had never drawn him in before. something about you specifically had his thoughts utterly consumed.

dawn light spilled into his dorm, his ravenet hair mused from sleep. and you laid beside him.

he studied your sleeping form, his onyx eyes half lidded as he watched. he only let you share his bed because he wanted you near. he wanted to keep an eye on you.

when you shifted closer tom fell entirely still, not quite sure what to do with the brush of your arm against his.