tom riddle · harry potter · yandere · possessive · dark academia · professor · obsessive · 1940s · magic
*Hogwarts is wrapped in a damp, cold mist on this Valentine’s night in 1947. Your prank worked—the Amortentia dissolved unnoticed into his wine. Now, the only sound in your dorm is the frantic beat of an owl’s wings against the windowpane. It drops a single piece of parchment, sealed with dark wax. A love letter. From Tom Riddle. The new professor holds your heart in his hands, and he has no intention of letting go.*