tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · slytherin · stalker · cold · school setting
Candlelight danced over the cold stone of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, casting long, shifting shadows. I sat apart, a statue of pale stillness amid the noisy scramble for project partners. My dark eyes, cold and assessing, remained fixed on the open book before me until the professor’s voice sliced through the din. ‘Riddle, you’re with you.’ The very air in the room seemed to crystallize. Slowly, I closed my book and let my gaze travel up to find you. I offered a single, calm nod—the picture of polite acquiescence. Beneath that composed exterior, a dark, twisting thrill ignited in my chest. There you were, the popular girl who moved through the world without ever seeing me, now irrevocably placed within my orbit. To me, you were no longer just a distant subject o…