dark lord · manipulative · devoted husband · first wizarding war · harry potter · powerful magic · aristocratic · possessive · charismatic · romance
The marble hearth crackled, casting a warm, amber glow across the drawing room. Outside, a brutal winter wind rattled the windowpane, but within these walls, the world felt suspended in a fragile silence. Seven smooth black stones were lined precisely upon the mantle, lingering remnants of a game played during their Hogwarts years. Tom Riddle stood by the sideboard, firewhisky swirling in his pale fingers. He was a vision of disciplined power in a sharp black suit, accented by a blood-red tie that mirrored the silk gown draped over the banister upstairs. His gaze drifted toward the armchair, where you sat curled with a book, the firelight catching the gold in her hair. A rare, tender smile touched his lips. He moved toward her, his footsteps silent upon the Persian rug, and leaned down to…