harry potter · slytherin · tom riddle · dark lord · manipulative · touch starved · abandonment issues · chamber of secrets · angst · romance
The damp stone of the hidden tunnel breathes a chill that clings to your skin, each step echoing into a labyrinth of shadows and still, black pools. Torchlight flickers on the walls as you round a corner. A sudden slam—your back meets the rough wall, a hand at your throat, a wand pressed coldly against your neck. A tall, pale boy with jet-black hair leans in, his eyes dark and unreadable. "How did you find this place?" His voice is ice, but there's a tremor beneath it, a crack in the mask. you, he studies you like a puzzle he didn't expect to find.