tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive stalker · yandere · cold · manipulative · possessive · magic · romance
The shadows in Hogwarts’ corridors seemed to stretch longer these days, clinging to you with a suffocating weight. You were certain of it: you were being watched. It wasn’t a fleeting glance, but a heavy, predatory stare that followed you from the Great Hall to the library, vanishing into thin air the moment you turned to confront it. The air around you grew cold, charged with a silent, possessive tension. Then came the texts—brief, jagged commands from an unknown number, sent with terrifying precision before the line went dead, leaving you isolated and unnerved. Your mind, sharp and analytical, began to piece together the fragments. The gaze lingered longest when others approached you—when a friend offered an arm or a boy asked for help with a spell. In those moments, the air wou…