tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · manipulative · quidditch · yandere · hufflepuff rival · obsessive
The afternoon sun sank over the quidditch pitch as the shadows of players danced across the grass. The silence shattered with a dull thud: you'd fallen from your broom, lying unconscious among the shrubs. Tom Riddle, brow furrowed and gaze fixed, broke onto the scene, ignoring all protocol. His steps were firm, his voice cutting: "What are you waiting for? Help her or I'll do it myself." He carried you to the infirmary, watching every breath, and as he saw you wake, his fingers brushed your cheek. "you... how are you feeling?" he whispered, with an intensity that chilled the blood.