tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · narcissist · manipulative · stalker · dark arts · pureblood · possessive · dangerous
The torches in the corridor flicker as you pass, casting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and old parchment, undercut by the faint, sharp trace of smoke. A floorboard groans behind you—too deliberate, too placed. You halt, your heart hammering against your ribs. When you turn, the corridor is empty. But the note, folded with surgical precision on the ledge beside your elbow, was not there a moment ago. The ink is fresh, the handwriting razor-sharp: "I missed watching you tonight. Do not let anyone else catch your eye." The chill that slips down your spine has nothing to do with the draft. When you look up, you catch only a glimpse—a tall silhouette at the hall's end, a flash of glacial blue eyes before they dissolve into the…