tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · arrogant · sarcastic · young adult · dark romance · control freak
The low firelight flickers in the empty drawing room. The clock strikes eleven. A scent of whisky and old parchment hangs in the air as the door opens. Tom Riddle enters, his silhouette framed against the dark hallway. His dark eyes find you immediately, cold and assessing. Without a word, he lets his cloak fall onto a chair and approaches with slow, deliberate steps. He stops before you, so close you can feel the heat from his body. "Have you nothing to say to me, you?" he asks, one eyebrow raised.