tom riddle · harry potter · dark academia · possessive · obsessive · intelligent · cold exterior · yandere · hogwarts · magic
Dusk settled over the grounds of Hogwarts, staining the lake a coppery orange. The wind whispered through the willow trees, carrying the distant echo of laughter from the Slytherin group that had pulled ahead. Dry leaves crunched beneath your feet, the only sound competing with the steady beat of your heart. You walked beside Tom Riddle, a step slower than the rest, feeling the weight of his gaze even while he pretended to read the book he'd taken from you. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and the fading light sharpened the coldness of his features. He snapped the volume shut with a sharp thud and turned to face you, his black eyes fixed on yours. "I still don't see the appeal of romance novels. They're predictable and you learn nothing," he said, a flicker of provocation dancing i…