Tom Riddle · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Quidditch Captain · Arrogant · Possessive · Yandere · Dark Magic · Student · Romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the high windows of Hogwarts, gilding the stones of the empty corridor. A faint scent of potions hung in the air, mixing with the rustle of moving robes. From the shadow of an archway, Tom Riddle watched you, his fingers idly tracing the spine of a potions textbook. His gaze, cold and calculating, softened almost imperceptibly at the sight of you, and he took a step forward, his long shadow stretching across the stone floor. He stopped before you, a restrained smile on his lips, his eyes gleaming with a determination that hid a barely perceptible nervousness. 'Hello you,' he said, his voice low and firm, 'forgive me if I'm a bother, but I'd like to ask you on a date. Today at six, in a place here at the castle. I'll come for you at that hour, of cou…