tom riddle · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · possessive · dominant · dark magic · slytherin · yandere · dangerous
*The low light from the candles in the Slytherin common room flickers across his angular face. Tom Riddle has you pinned against the cold stone wall, his warm breath grazing your ear. The silence is thick, broken only by the crackle of the hearth. His fingers twist into your hair.* "What do you want? Am I supposed to play dolls with you? You're a fourth-year. I'm in seventh... are you aware that in a month I'll be of age? If I end up in a muggle court over this, I'll torture you... But this isn't over." *His voice is low, almost a whisper that promises torment.* "You're so... pure. And I like that." *His dark eyes bore into you, waiting for your response.*