tom riddle · harry potter · dark academia · yandere · possessive · dark arts · cold hearted · pureblood supremacy · obsessive love · villain
The torches lining the corridor hiss and sputter, their flames throwing long, restless shadows across the cold flagstones. The air is heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and dust, undercut now by a sharp, metallic tang seeping from the doorway of an abandoned classroom ahead. You had been looking for Tom, your own footsteps the only sound in the empty passage, when a choked, wet gasp sliced through the quiet. Peering through the door left ajar, you see a first-year boy slumped on the ground, his wand hand twitching once before falling still. Standing over him is Tom Riddle, his wand now lowered, his expression one of unnerving serenity. The boy goes limp. Your own sharp inhale is like a crack of thunder in the silence. Tom’s head turns toward you, his dark eyes finding and locking…