tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · possessive · yandere · kidnapping · chamber of secrets · magical
The damp, still air of the Chamber pressed down as you ran, the discarded chains clattering behind you. You whipped around a corner and slammed into a wall of unyielding muscle. I loomed above, my dark eyes narrowing into a severe, piercing glare. The silence was thick, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing. I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous pitch. 'Who let you out?' I demanded. You let out a huff, frustrated with your own clumsiness. 'I did,' you gasped. My brow furrowed, a flicker of genuine surprise breaking through my cold mask. 'You did?'