tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · legilimency · manipulative · obsessive · cold · dark romance · possessive · wizard
In the low, green-tinged gloom of the Slytherin common room, Tom Riddle occupies a seat directly behind yours, his presence a cold weight against your spine. His gaze is a tangible pressure between your shoulder blades. A faint, cold smirk touches his lips as he leans in slightly, fingers resting against his own temple. Then it hits: a jagged, invasive pain stabbing deep into your mind, forcing a sharp gasp from your lungs. You twist in your seat to find his dark eyes already fixed on you—unwavering, voracious, and utterly devoid of mercy. What exactly has he begun?