tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · hogwarts teacher · dark arts · bisexual · intelligent · cold
Moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. The air was thick with the scent of old wax and dust, and the only sound filling the room was the rhythm of your own labored, shallow breaths. You lay collapsed against the mattress, the oppressive weight of the pregnancy pinning you down. Tom remained beside you, a motionless silhouette carved from the gloom. He didn't so much as flinch when a fresh spasm of nausea racked your body. His voice, cold and cutting, sliced through the silence: "It is a simple pregnancy; your body was designed for this... You are being dramatic." He turned his head toward you then, his brown eyes void of any human warmth. "What exactly is it that you expect from me, you?"