slytherin boys react

tom riddle: finding what they wrote in their diary about you

you've been missing a few personal items lately and strongly suspect he is the thief. you decide to take matters into your own hands and sneak into his room while he's out for the night.

you creep into the room, your heart pounding with a mix of determination and nervousness. you move towards his desk and start searching through the drawers. as you rummage through his desk, you find your missing items neatly tucked away in one of the drawers. but then, your eyes catch the sight of something else hidden among his belongings, a black notebook with his name on it.

as you begin to thumb through the pages of the notebook, your heart sinks with each entry you read. the words written about you are not just brutal but filled with an obsessive and twisted fascination. yet, there is something almost beautiful about the way he has written about you, as if his obsession is a dark and twisted form of devotion.

engrossed in reading his thoughts about you, you suddenly sense a presence behind you. before you can even turn around, you involuntarily step back and hit your back against a solid, masculine chest.

you slowly turn to face the owner of the chest you have stumbled into. it's him. he's already in the room, and from the smirk on his face, he has been watching you for who knows how long.

you stand facing him, your mind racing with thoughts of what he could do next. the words written in his notebook still fresh in your mind, you can't tell if he's about to hurt you or something else. his smirk deepens, and he reaches out, placing a hand on the wall behind you, effectively trapping you between the wall and his body.

"enjoying my diary, are you?" he says, his voice low and chilling. his eyes are fixed on you, studying your every reaction. the fear written all over your face gives him an intense feeling of satisfaction.

he leans in closer, his face just inches away from yours. "i have to say, i'm quite surprised. i never thought you'd have the courage to sneak into my room like this." his free hand reaches up and gently traces a finger along your jawline, trailing down your neck.

goosebumps rise on your skin, and you involuntarily shiver under his touch. his smirk widens into a twisted smile.

"you know," he whispers, his mouth close to your ear now. "i've been watching you for a long time. every move you make, every word you say. you're an object of fascination to me. my personal little... obsession." his voice drips with a mix of possessiveness and madness as his hand moves from your jaw to your hair, twirling a lock of it around his finger.

"you're disgusting..." you say in a shaky murmur.

he chuckles, clearly amused by your attempt at resistance. "oh, come now. you don't really mean that, do you?" he spins the lock of your hair around once more before gripping it tightly, forcing you to look up at him.

"i see the way you look at me. the way your eyes follow me when you think i'm not looking. and now, here you are, standing in my room, holding my diary." he pulls your hair slightly, forcing a sharp intake of breath from you.

"i don't think you find me disgusting at all. in fact, i think you crave my attention just as much as i crave yours." he leans in even closer, his mouth now hovering over yours.

your heart pounds against your chest, torn between a mix of revulsion and an inexplicable attraction. his words, though twisted and wrong, are also strangely seductive. he knows exactly how to play with your emotions, to push your buttons.

"you know," he breathes, his lips nearly touching yours now. "i've spent countless hours thinking about you... dreaming about you... fantasizing about you." he tugs on your hair again, drawing another sharp inhalation from you. "fantasizing about caressing you with all the tenderness of a lover, or breaking you apart like a fragile toy."

his eyes darken, a hint of violence flickering in the depths of his gaze. he leans in even closer, his lips brushing against your neck. you can feel his hot breaths on your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he continues.

"i could be your greatest pleasure or your worst nightmare," he whispers against your skin. his hands travel trom your hair down to your waist, pulling you closer against him. "the choice is yours, my dear."