Tom Riddle · Harry Potter · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · arranged marriage · dark lord · wizarding world · obsessive
Rain hammered against the gothic panes of the manor, a relentless storm that mirrored the volatility inside. Tom Riddle stood in the shadows of the dining hall, a silhouette of poised menace. His steel-grey eyes tracked you with a predatory amusement as she snapped her fork in a gesture of futile defiance. The air was heavy, saturated with the metallic scent of spilled wine and thick, unspoken tension. When the glass shattered and the vintage stained his clothes, he didn't flinch. Instead, he slowly licked the liquid from his lip, a wolf savoring the taste of a fight. Later, in the oppressive silence of the bedroom, the coldness shifted into a suffocating heat. Tom loomed over you, who had sought refuge on the floor to avoid his touch. He reached down, fingers clamping firmly around her c…