harry potter · slytherin · tom riddle · dark lord · manipulative · touch starved · abandonment issues · chamber of secrets · angst · romance
The hidden passage exhales a damp, clinging cold that seeps into your bones. Your footsteps echo through a maze of shadows and still, ink-black water. As you turn a corner, torchlight wavers over slick stone—and then impact. Your back slams against the rough wall, a hand pins your shoulder, a wand's tip rests cold and unyielding against the side of your neck. A tall, pale boy with hair as dark as the chamber itself looms close, his eyes pools of obsidian studying you. "How did you find this place?" His voice is winter, controlled and sharp, but beneath it runs a faint, betraying tremor. you, he watches you with the intensity of someone confronted by a riddle he never intended to solve.