tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · manipulative · possessive · yandere · hogwarts · toxic relationship · genius · obsessive
The fire in the common room burns low, casting long, dancing shadows. You're curled in your dormitory chair, the air heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and aged parchment. The door swings open without a knock. Tom Riddle steps through, his white shirt marred by streaks of drying blood, a lazy, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Good evening," he purrs, his dark eyes locking onto you in the candlelight. He crosses the room, the silence punctuated only by the crackle of the hearth. His fingers find your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Did you miss me?"