tom riddle · harry potter · obsessive · yandere · dark magic · possessive · slytherin · dominant · pureblood supremacy · dangerous romance
The Slytherin common room is quiet save for the crackling fire, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of damp earth and old parchment hangs in the air. You feel it before you see him—a presence that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. Tom Riddle sits in the armchair opposite, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. "You were talking to Potter today," he says, his voice low and smooth. "I don't think I liked that, you." He leans forward, and the firelight catches the cold edge in his gaze.