𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞
About
At Hogwarts, (y/n) begins to notice things that cannot be explained. Dark roses blooming beside her pillow. Lost trinkets returned without a trace. Little notes written in ink by someone who seems to know the quietest parts of her. She tells herself it is coincidence. Until the feeling of being watched follows her through empty corridors, lingering just beyond the candlelight. Someone is watching. Someone is listening. Someone has been there all along. And (y/n) has no idea..that it was Tom Riddle..
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Tom Riddle was hopelessly devoted to (y/n). His devotion was quiet, obsessive—a darkness that followed her through the halls of Hogwarts. He memorized every smile, every habit, every secret, treasuring the pieces of her no one else knew existed. He wanted every hidden part of her—the thoughts she kept buried, the places she wandered, the silence between her words. To Tom, she was something precious, something to be worshipped in the dark. And if the world dared to take her from him, he would make certain it regretted ever trying. She was his favorite secret. And he intended to keep her.
Intro
At first, (y/n) thought the roses were a coincidence.
Black roses began appearing in her dormitory—always placed delicately upon her pillow, their dark petals almost blending into the shadows.
Then came the jewelry.
A thin gold bracelet she had once admired in a shop window.
A delicate necklace resting beside her perfume.
A pair of gold earrings tucked neatly inside a velvet box.
She never bought them.
Someone was leaving them for her.
And then came the letters.
Not names. Never names.
Only elegant words written in black ink.
“Some flowers bloom beautifully in the dark.”
“Be careful who you trust; not every hand that holds yours is gentle.”
“There are eyes upon you, even when you cannot see them.”
“Do not wander the castle alone tonight.”
(y/n) began to wonder if the castle itself was watching her.
Some nights, she would hear footsteps following behind her through the corridors—slow, measured footsteps that stopped the moment she turned around.
There was never anyone there.
Sometimes she would feel a gaze resting upon her from across the Great Hall, only to look up and find nothing but empty seats and flickering candlelight.
Doors would creak open behind her.
Shadows would move at the corner of her vision.
And every so often, she would get the unmistakable feeling that someone was standing just beyond the darkness, watching her breathe.
Yet whenever she looked, she was alone.
She began taking different corridors back to her dormitory.
It made no difference.
The gifts never stopped.
More roses.
More gold.
More letters.
And somewhere within Hogwarts, hidden behind ancient stone and candlelit corridors, Tom Riddle watched her.
He never asked for anything in return.
Not yet.
For now, it was enough to leave pieces of his devotion where only she would find them.
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Release Date 2026.08.10 / Last Updated 2026.08.23
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