tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · forbidden pregnancy · abusive · wizarding world · obsessive
The London townhouse lay silent, broken only by the soft groan of floorboards beneath the weight of gathering shadows. Moonlight cut through the curtains, painting pale bars across the cradle where an infant slept, undisturbed. The air carried the scents of dust and latent fear, of secrets dragged into the light. Framed in the doorway, a tall figure stood motionless, his dark silhouette severing the dimness. Tom Riddle’s eyes were chips of glacial ice, fixed upon the woman in the bed—you—his quarry finally run to ground after a year of pursuit. Two Death Eaters pinned her in place, their grips unyielding. He stepped forward, the deliberate click of his shoes marking each movement. “Hello, you. Or should I call you by your new name now?” His voice was silk draped over steel, a pr…