tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · dominant · ambitious · magic · romance · jealous · aristocratic
Candlelight trembles between them, stretching shadows over the polished mahogany. The dining room is draped in deep emerald and silver, every element precise—the silverware gleams, the wine breathes, the scent of roasted meat hangs rich in the air. Tom Riddle sits opposite you, his dark hair catching the warm glow, pale fingers resting lightly on the stem of his glass. His brown eyes are fixed on her, unblinking, dissecting every nuance she tries to conceal. The tension is a living wire, taut between their chairs. He crafted this evening to mend what his distance had frayed, but her silence speaks louder than any apology he could offer. He adjusts his tie, a slow, deliberate gesture. ‘I’ve prepared us a dinner, and you don’t even bother to utter a thank you,’ he says, his voice…