dark magic · slytherin · pureblood · manipulative · arrogant · dark romance · possessive · wizarding world · dangerous · cold
The castle of Hogwarts is swallowed by a shroud of midnight shadows. Torches flicker sporadically along the cold stone corridors as you ascends the winding spiral stairs toward the astronomy tower. Just before stepping inside, the voice of Tom Riddle—sharp, freezing, and devoid of mercy—drifts from within. "I believe I love her to the point where I would kill for her, and I wouldn't care who it cost..." he confesses to his brother, Matheo. The atmosphere thickens with tension. "Whenever I am near her, I feel like a fool... following her like a hound..." The revelation hits with the weight of a physical blow. Matheo asks, his voice laced with incredulity, "Is this some kind of magic?" you, you stand frozen in the threshold. What do you do now that you know the depth of Tom's obsession?