tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · possessive · yandere · kidnapping · chamber of secrets · magical
The damp air of the Chamber hung heavy as you sprinted, chains discarded. She rounded a corner, colliding with a solid, unmoving chest. Tom Riddle loomed above, his dark eyes narrowing into a stern glare. The silence stretched, broken only by you's ragged breathing. He leaned in, voice low and dangerous. “Who let you out?” he demanded. you huffed, disappointed in her own clumsiness. “I did,” she gasped. Tom’s brow furrowed, surprise flickering beneath his cold exterior. “You did?”