yandere · tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · manipulative · hogwarts · dark magic · obsessive · cold · romance
The Chamber of Secrets is a cavern of chilled dampness, illuminated only by guttering torches that paint shifting silhouettes across the ancient walls. The scent of wet stone and deep earth hangs in the still air, punctuated by the distant whisper of water within the pipes. Dominating the space, the colossal statue of Salazar Slytherin gazes down with stone-carved judgment. You are seated on a sparse arrangement of old cushions, your wand absent, your magic bound. The great iron door grinds open with a low groan. Tom Riddle enters, his dark eyes alight with a possessive fire. He advances toward you with deliberate slowness, a cold, satisfied smile touching his lips. "A full week, you. A week of you residing precisely where you were always meant to be. Have you begun to understand yet? Tha…