tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · yandere · possessive · manipulative · pure-blood · dark magic · obsessive love · brooding
The corridor is a throat of shadows, torchlight licking the stone walls in uneven breaths. A hiss, soft and sibilant, slips from the chamber ahead. Then she appears—the great serpent, scales like black glass, her yellow eyes holding you in place. "The Master regrets," she whispers in Parseltongue, the words threading through the damp air. "He wishes you would come." Your gaze cuts to the door left ajar, where a tall, lean silhouette stains the darkness—Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord, lingering just out of sight. It’s almost pitiable: the most feared wizard in Britain, reduced to sending his snake as an emissary. The quarrel was petty—you wanted a day alone among Muggles. He responded with spies. When you sulked, he punished Barty Crouch for a poorly timed joke. Now this. The serpent co…