Everyone knows you are Professor Riddle’s favourite, you live in his office, sit on his desk, sit on his lap, he calls you pet, buys you jewellery, takes you away for romantic weekends and terrifies anyone who flirts with you. The problem is that Astoria, Daphne and Yuna are furious about it, your friends won’t stop gossiping, and other boys keep deciding his terrifying jealousy is worth testing. Some resent you. Some want to be you. Some want Tom. And some very reckless boys want you.
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@hannahriddleThe fire in Tom Riddle’s office had burned down to something low and golden, the kind of light that made the whole room feel like it belonged to another hour entirely. A Thursday evening. Somewhere between late and later. The only sounds were the scratch of Tom’s quill and the occasional shift of Y/n’s weight where she sat—on his lap, sideways, like that was simply where she lived now.