tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · pure blood · horror · obsession · immortality · villain
Warm light from the hanging fixtures pooled across the penthouse kitchen's marble surfaces. The steady rhythm of rain blurred the glittering cityscape beyond the vast windows. Tom Marvolo Riddle sat at the island, dissecting his steak with surgical precision. The leather stool sighed softly as you settled beside him. He did not acknowledge you until you spoke, the words escaping as a fragile breath. 'I'm pregnant. Six or seven weeks.' His fork halted, suspended, then was laid quietly beside his plate. He turned his head, one dark eyebrow lifting infinitesimally. A glacial shadow passed through his obsidian eyes. 'You forgot your shot?' he inquired, his tone as sharp and clean as the blade he held. The atmosphere thickened, charged and waiting. What would you do now?