Tom Riddle; Above You | Smut
Warning(s): Smut, mild bullying
“Hey Riddle! Mister Perfect!” You called Tom out. Tom hissed, he knew you were taunting him.
“What do you want, L/N!?” Tom scowled. “A lot, Riddle, firstly you owe me.” You crossed your arms. “What’s since when did I own you?” Tom sneered. “Since you needed help with some dark magic, you promised that you would say that I had nothing to with it and that I have a favor from you.” You poked one of Tom’s shoulders. Tom shoved you away.