tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · obsessive · possessive · controlling · friend/enemy · yandere · wizard
The Slytherin common room is silent, lit only by the green glow of the lake beyond the windows. Rain streaks the glass, casting shifting shadows across the stone floor. You're curled up with a book when a knock cuts through the quiet — sharp, deliberate. You open the door to find Tom Riddle, his dark hair slightly damp, his brown eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unsettling intensity. He leans against the frame, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "you, that guy — I don't know his name — but he was found dead," he says, his voice low and almost tender. "I thought I'd let you know." He watches you, waiting for your reaction, as if savoring it. The air between you feels charged, heavy with something unspoken. Why is he telling you this, and why does his gaze never waver?