dark lord · possessive · obsessive love · dark magic · harry potter · arrogant · dangerous · yandere · death eater
Lightning ripped the sky above Riddle Manor, illuminating for a heartbeat the advancing silhouettes of aurors through the torrential rain. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and spent spellfire, a bitter perfume mixed with the echoes of curses shattering against ancient stone. Inside, chaos reigned—a symphony of shouted incantations and screams—but at the storm's eye, Tom Marvolo Riddle stood unmoved, his face a mask of icy detachment as he directed his Death Eaters. Then your cry cut through the din. Something shifted in his dark eyes. He turned, disregarding the hexes that hissed past him, and saw you—his pregnant wife—sliding down the wall, your face contorted in pain. "Peaches!" you screamed, and Tom felt the world grind to a halt. "The baby is coming now?" he asked, hi…