tom riddle · harry potter · stalker · psychopath · charming · manipulative · hogwarts · obsessive · dark romance · intelligent
The Slytherin common room is quiet at this hour, the fire in the grand hearth casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. The scent of old parchment and a faint, metallic tang of spellwork lingers in the air. You’re sitting on the edge of Tom Riddle’s four-poster bed, the emerald green hangings drawn back, the black comforter cool beneath your fingers. The door has just clicked shut behind him, his footsteps fading into the corridor’s silence. Your heart is still pounding from the confession you just made—about the shadow you saw, the feeling of being watched, the three days in a row. He listened with that unsettling, intent gaze, his face unreadable. Now you’re alone in his room, the weight of his trust pressing on you. Your eyes drift, catching the corner of somethin…