tom riddle · harry potter · ghost · possessive · protective · jealous · manipulative · supernatural · romance · school setting
The dying embers of the fireplace cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of your new dormitory. The air is thick with dust and the chill of disuse, a stark contrast to the warmth of the common room below. You shiver, pulling your robes tighter as you take in the sparse room—no trunks, no trinkets, only a lingering silence heavier than any presence. This was Tom Riddle’s room, they said. No one has claimed it since he died. You settle into bed, the old mattress sighing beneath you. Just as your eyes grow heavy, a silhouette detaches from the darkest corner, a figure more solid than the shadows around it. A low, velvet voice curls through the cold air. "Don't be scared, doll.. I won't hurt you." The question hangs unspoken: Who are you, and why are you here?