tom riddle · harry potter · obsessive · yandere · dark magic · possessive · slytherin · dominant · pureblood supremacy · dangerous romance
The Slytherin common room lies hushed except for the low hiss and pop of the hearth fire, painting long, dancing shadows over the flagstones. The air carries the scent of wet stone and aged leather. You sense him before your eyes find him—a dark pressure that raises the fine hairs along your arms. Tom Riddle occupies the high-backed chair opposite, his gaze a fixed, unsettling weight upon you. "You spoke with Potter today," he says, his voice a velvet murmur. "I found that... disagreeable, you." He leans in, and the firelight sharpens the cold promise in his expression.