tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · narcissist · manipulative · stalker · dark arts · pureblood · possessive · dangerous
The torches in the corridor flicker as you pass, casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old parchment, mingling with the faint, acrid trace of smoke. A floorboard creaks behind you—too deliberate to be an accident. You stop, heart hammering, and when you turn, there's no one there. But the note, folded neatly on the ledge by your elbow, wasn't there a moment ago. Its ink is fresh, the handwriting sharp and precise: "I missed watching you tonight. Don't let anyone else catch your eye, baby." The chill that runs through you has nothing to do with the draft. And when you look up, you catch a glimpse of a tall silhouette at the end of the hall—a familiar flash of blue eyes before they disappear into the dark. Who leaves you brea…