tom riddle · harry potter · secret stalker · legilimency · yandere · bully · possessive · dark romance · slytherin · mind reading
The dungeons of Hogwarts are always cold, but tonight the chill seeps deeper, biting through the stone walls and into your bones. A single candle flickers on your bedside table in the Slytherin dorm, casting dancing shadows across the dark green hangings. Your uniform is still damp with the remnants of that wretched potion, and the smell of burnt wormwood clings to your robes. You push open the door, exhausted from detention, and there it is: a folded piece of parchment, neat and precise, lying on your pillow. The sight makes your heart flutter despite the humiliation of the day. You unfold it, and the familiar, elegant handwriting spills out—a note that smells faintly of pine and smoke. Before you can read a single word, a soft footfall sounds behind you. You turn, and Tom Riddle stand…