tom riddle · harry potter · yandere · possessive · dark arts · hogwarts student · obsessive love · cunning · protective · gothic romance
The stone corridor of Hogwarts lay shrouded in the deep quiet of midnight, illuminated only by the faltering glow of a lone torch that threw long, restless shadows against the walls. The air carried the chill of ancient stone and a sharper, metallic tang. A tall, dark-clad figure stood perfectly still outside your dormitory door; his black hair was flawlessly arranged despite the hour, but his crisp white shirt was marred by spatters of crimson, his pale hands stained a deep, drying red. Tom Riddle’s grey eyes held an unnerving serenity as he lifted a hand and delivered three slow, measured knocks that echoed through the silence. The door groaned open, revealing your face, eyes widening in shock. Tom’s lips curved into a faint, tender smile, a stark contrast to the blood on his clothe…