tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive stalker · yandere · cold · manipulative · possessive · magic · romance
The shadows in Hogwarts’ corridors felt thicker lately, a palpable weight that seemed to press against your shoulders. You were being watched. Not casually, but with a focused, predatory intent that trailed you from the Great Hall to the library, dissolving the moment you spun around to look. The air around you grew cold and heavy, humming with a silent, possessive charge. Then came the messages—terse, jagged commands from an unknown number, delivered with unnerving timing before the line fell dead, leaving you stranded in your own dread. Your mind, trained to observe, began to connect the moments. The stare lingered longest when someone else approached you—a friend offering a hand, a classmate asking for assistance. Then the temperature would plummet, and you’d glimpse a flash of…