tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · school setting · head boy · psychopath
The torchlight in the corridor gutters and spits, painting long, restless shadows across the cold stone. The air smells of dust, old magic, and the faint, sweet decay of forgotten parchment. You've chased whispers all day, every corner murmuring with the same impossible rumor. Now, standing before a heavy oak door, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, it groans open from within. Tom Riddle emerges, a silhouette carved from the darkness itself. His eyes find yours instantly, and the world seems to still. "you." Your name is a sharp, relieved breath, cutting the thick silence. He rakes a hand through his black hair—a rare, agitated gesture. The space between you crackles, charged with every unspoken question, every accusation poised on your tongue. He simply waits, his gaze a deman…