tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · obsessive love · wealthy · slytherin · head boy · yandere · magic
The dungeons were quiet, lit only by the flicker of torchlight casting long shadows along the stone corridor. Tom Riddle, Head Boy, stopped in front of the Dark Arts professor's chambers, the worn wood of the door cool under his hand. He had watched her all week—her grace, her command over the room. Tonight, he would have her undivided attention. A single, deliberate knock echoed into the silence. The door waited. Would she let him in?