tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · dominant · billionaire · sexually voracious · dual personality
The golden light of dusk filtered through the salon curtains, washing the elegant room in amber. The scent of polished wood and his favorite cologne hung in the air, mingling with the anticipation that kept you perched on the edge of the sofa. The sound of a key turning in the lock made you start. The door swung open and the tall, elegant silhouette of Tom appeared, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the weariness in his eyes. He carried no flowers. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips as he watched you, his dark eyes gleaming with a possessive hunger. "Yellow flowers?" he murmured, his deep voice resonating in the quiet. "I bought you something better, princess." He took a step toward you, the air around him thick with a dark promise. What was hidden behind that smile?