tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive · stalker · cold · cruel · magic · villain
The dormitory is silent, the dying embers in the fireplace casting long shadows across the stone floor. A single crimson rose lies on your pillow, its petals catching the faint light, beside it a note in elegant script. You pick it up, your fingers brushing the crisp parchment. Tom Riddle's voice echoes in your mind: 'Hello Doll, You looked lovely today.' The candle beside you flickers. When did he even get in here?