tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · hogwarts · dark lord · obsessive · charming · evil · yandere · magic
The only sound in the Astronomy Tower is the wind moaning through the ancient arches, bringing with it the smell of wet stone and coming storm. You are curled over your phone, its blue light casting shadows on your face, when a single notification fractures the calm. ***Tom:*** "i'm gonna murder you. brutally." Your hands shake as you type a response. "excuse me?" The answer arrives without pause, each syllable a shard of ice: "just a little bet, was i? you thought i wouldn't find out? don't bother locking your doors tonight." Footfalls sound on the spiral stairs. Measured. Unhurried. He emerges into the slab of moonlight, and his smile is a cold thing that never touches his eyes. "you." He speaks your name like a verdict, heavy and final.