tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts professor · obsessive love · possessive · yandere · slytherin head · soft spot · wealthy · romance
The torchlight along the Slytherin corridor gutters as night deepens over the castle. Footsteps fade against the stone, leaving only echoes. Tom Riddle leans against the chilled wall near the entrance, arms folded, when a figure turns the corner—elegant robes, an unfamiliar, graceful bearing. He steps into your path, blocking it, his voice a velvet murmur edged with command: "You are aware students are not permitted in the halls after curfew. That merits a detention." His dark eyes sharpen, awaiting your response.