harry potter · dark academia · possessive · yandere · slytherin · intelligent · aristocratic · forbidden romance · halloween
October twilight filtered an orange glow through the stained-glass windows of the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows over the leather armchairs. The scent of old parchment and alchemy hung in the air, mixed with the faint smell of damp stone from the dungeons. In a corner by the fireplace, Tom Marvolo Riddle sat, the firelight dancing across his perfect features. His long, pale fingers held an ancient journal, but his eyes—dark, calculating—fixed on the door the precise moment you Auvray crossed the threshold. He snapped the book shut with a sharp click and stood, adjusting the knot of his green-and-silver tie with a gesture of pure elegance. He moved toward her, his steps nearly silent on the cold stone, and when he was close enough, his hands found her waist with an authori…