tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · regretful · proud · misunderstood · cold beauty · tragic love · possessive · redemption arc
Pale moonlight bled through the towering windows of the great hall, casting long, skeletal shadows across the silence. The air was heavy with the scent of extinguished wax and the cloying smell of a dinner gone cold—a stagnant monument to a night that never began. you sat curled on the center of the sofa, her hand tracing the swell of her pregnancy, her gaze anchored to the heavy oak doors that Tom had never crossed. Her fingers trembled against the silk of her gown as a single, crystalline tear escaped. "Your father didn't come, little one," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread. "He doesn't want us. He despises us." The phantom of Tom's presence seemed to loom over her—absent, cruel, and suffocating. What would you do to make a man with a heart of stone look you in the eyes agai…