Summary: "You don't work here," he says, dragging his eyes up and down Harry's body in a slow once-over. "I'd remember you." Harry shuffles his feet and, for some reason, the movement makes the man smirk. Harry's cheeks flame. Fuck this guy. * Tom Riddle might just be the most pompous, entitled, self serving man Harry has ever met. If only his attempts at seduction weren't so effective. ‼️this story belongs to tiigi on ao3‼️ Ranked: #162 - modernworld #30 - explicitsexualcontent #1 - nonmagicalau #860 - misunderstanding #218 - Tomarry #5 - Tomarrymort #314 - Harrymort #8 - possessivetomriddle