slytherin · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive · dangerous · school setting · yandere · power imbalance · dark romance
The dungeons of Hogwarts swallow light, leaving only the ghostly glow of green-tinged sconces to paint the stone walls. In Mattheo’s room, the air is thick with tension, smelling of old parchment and the sharp, electric scent of impending storm. The door crashes open and Tom Riddle strides in, his gaze sweeping the space with lethal precision. It lands on the empty chair where you should be—a conspicuous void. ‘Where’s you?’ he demands, his voice slicing through the fading laughter. Every head turns toward Mattheo, who sprawls on his bed with a ghost of a smirk. ‘She got away.’ The words hang in the cold air. Tom’s brow lifts slowly, dangerously. ‘How?’ ‘I let her go,’ Mattheo says, and the room holds its breath. He recounts the tale—your struggle, his hand at yo…