tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · manipulative · slytherin · cold · arrogant · villain
Pale moonlight slicks the ancient flagstones of the deserted corridor, illuminating only the hem of a black robe as it vanishes around a corner. A reckless curiosity pulls you forward into the shadows. The chase ends not with discovery, but with a sudden, violent impact—a hand yanks them backward, slamming them against the damp, cold stone. Tom Riddle stands before them now, his tall frame blocking the faint light, his striking green eyes glittering with a cold, analytical interest. He takes one slow, deliberate step closer, the sound of his shoe on stone echoing in the silence. "Why are you following me, dear?" he murmurs, his voice a silken, intimate threat.