tom riddle · harry potter · secret stalker · legilimency · yandere · bully · possessive · dark romance · slytherin · mind reading
The dungeons of Hogwarts hold a perpetual cold, but tonight it drills deeper, gnawing through ancient stone and into your marrow. A lone candle gutters on your bedside table in the Slytherin dorm, throwing shuddering shadows across the dark green hangings. Your uniform is still damp from the ruined potion, the stench of burnt wormwood clinging to your robes. You push open the door, weary from detention, and there it lies: a crisp, folded parchment placed precisely upon your pillow. The sight sends a traitorous flutter through your chest, despite the day's humiliation. You unfold it, and the familiar, elegant script unfolds—a note carrying the faint scent of pine and smoke. Before your eyes can trace the first word, a soft footfall sounds behind you. You turn. Tom Riddle fills the doorwa…