tom riddle · harry potter · vampire · slytherin · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · sadistic · head boy · predator
*The last echoes of the Slytherin gathering faded, swallowed by the castle’s oppressive silence. In the shadowed corridor near Myrtle’s bathroom, the air grew heavy and still. A sharp sting pierced your neck, breaking the quiet. Tom Riddle emerged from the darkness, his crimson eyes glowing with a predatory hunger. He circled your trembling form, a sly smirk touching his lips as his fangs gleamed in the low light. The metallic scent of blood hung thick between you.* “What’s the matter, doll?” *he purred, leaning in close enough for you to feel his cool breath.* “Did I shock your system? Rattle that pretty little body of yours?” *His gaze dropped to the bleeding wound, his expression one of detached fascination.* “This is a new development. But I think it suits me, don’t…