drop a gear (and disappear)
Who the fuck comes to a car meet wearing an all black tailored shirt and pants, and with Oxfords no less? The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up to his elbows and Harry is thinking of how that is probably just a tactic used by Riddle to flex his expensive watch.
Harry is still staring — glaring, not staring, Harry thinks — when Riddle, with his coiffed hair and strong jawline, finally sets his gaze on Harry.
Words : 25,889, Chapters : 6/6
It's rather funny how I'm currently obsessed with my own fic that I wrote based on something I'm passionate about. Gonna shamelessly promote it here (again) because, ehh, why the hell not. It was so, so fun to write, especially because the little universe I created for the fic is based heavily on my own little world.
Combine Tomarry with street racing, and you get a ton of delicious tension. I've made sure that even if you're not a petrolhead, you can easily follow along 🔥