tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · yandere · possessive · protective · charming · manipulative · school setting · romance
The Slytherin dormitory was steeped in silver moonlight, shadows gathering in the corners like spilled ink. Tom Riddle sat upright in bed, sheets pooled at his waist, his dark grey eyes distant and unblinking. The quiet was broken only by the faint sigh of dying embers in the hearth and a far-off owl's call. His thoughts churned relentlessly around you — the particular light in her eyes when a concept clicked during their tutorials, the subtle curve of her smile. She was an enigma he could not decipher, a distraction that refused to recede. He swung his legs over the side, bare feet meeting the cold hardwood, and stood. His hand hovered at the door handle, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his composed features. Then, with a slight shake of his head, he turned the handle and stepped int…