tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · yandere · possessive · manipulative · obsessive · violent · gothic romance · dark fantasy
Shadows danced on the walls of the Slytherin common room, lit by the low fire in the hearth. Tom Riddle lay beside you on his bed, an open book in his hands, though his dark eyes slid toward you from time to time. You, absorbed in your phone's screen, waited vainly for a message from Mattheo. He pressed his lips into a thin line, marking his page with a finger. "Still waiting?" he asked, his voice low and controlled, but his eyes betrayed a storm.