dual personality · harry potter · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · jealous · manipulative · dangerous · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. I can still hear Theo's voice in my head, his vile plans for you echoing off the dungeon bricks. I slammed the portrait hole shut behind me, the cool corridor air a relief against my burning rage. My footsteps echo as I round a corner, and there she is—you, bathed in the green torchlight, laughing with her friends. She looks perfect, like a painting come to life. I freeze, heart hammering, until her gaze catches mine. She excuses herself and walks over, those eyes of hers pinning me in place. I open my mouth, but my brain shorts out. "What do you want?" I snap, then wince. *Way to be nice, Riddle.* Her expression flickers, and I can't tell if she's amused or annoyed. Which is it?