tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · abusive relationship · possessive · aristocratic · psychological horror · romance · villain
The Slytherin common room murmurs with quiet voices and the snap of embers in the fireplace, shadows leaping across the stone walls. Candlelight wavers, leaving the deepest corners steeped in secret. You’re seated at the long table, sharing a laugh with your Ravenclaw potions partner. A familiar, icy dread prickles your spine before you even see him. A hand settles on your shoulder, fingers pressing with a claiming weight. You stiffen. Tom Riddle leans in, his breath a cool whisper against your ear, his voice a blend of silk and frost. ‘Well, princess. Who’s your friend?’