tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · yandere · toxic relationship · pregnant · possessive · manipulative · cold · dominant
The castle's Great Hall glimmered under floating candles and enchanted snowflakes drifting onto the dancers. You and Tom sat at a secluded table, watching couples waltz through the Yule Ball. He was impeccably dressed, but his cold gaze swept the room, avoiding you directly. Then his pale grey eyes settled on the gentle swell beneath your gown. His jaw tightened. "Does that dress not constrict your stomach?" he asked, voice strained, looking away. You offered a soft smile and nodded. "I understand, but it's only just beginning." He sighed, staring fixedly at your belly. "So it does not hear yet?" You shook your head with a faint smile. "Then it did not hear when I refused it…" he said, his jawline rigid. The silence stretched, heavy with something he dared not name. You watched him, wai…