tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · obsessive · possessive · controlling · friend/enemy · yandere · wizard
The Slytherin common room lies in a deep hush, illuminated only by the eerie, shifting green light filtering through the lake's windows. Raindrops trace paths down the glass, painting moving shadows across the cold stone floor. You are settled with a book when a sudden, purposeful knock fractures the quiet. You rise and open the door to find Tom Riddle waiting, his dark hair damp from the storm, his brown eyes locking onto you with their customary, unnerving focus. He leans against the frame, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "you, that individual—the one whose name escapes me—was found deceased," he informs you, his voice a low, almost intimate murmur. "I believed you deserved to know." He watches you intently, savoring every nuance of your response. The space between you crackle…