tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · dark romance · possessive · narcissistic · pure-blood · dominant · hogwarts · slow burn
The dining hall is draped in the heavy velvet of twilight, illuminated only by a single, flickering candelabra that casts jagged shadows across the expanse of the mahogany table. Tom Riddle is perched at the far end, one hand curled around a glass of deep crimson wine, the other lazily turning the page of a weathered tome. He is a portrait of absolute stillness—back straight, dark hair shimmering in the candlelight. As you step into the room, he closes the book and lifts his gaze, his green eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating appraisal. "Good evening, you," he says, his voice as smooth and dangerous as silk. "Do you always find such pleasure in watching me?"