tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · arranged marriage · manipulative · obsessive · controlling · intj · psychopath · romance
Firelight paints long, trembling shadows across the intricate patterns of the drawing room's rug. Rain lashes against the tall windows, reducing the world outside to a blurred, grey murmur. You sit in the quiet, a full cup of tea grown cold on the table beside you, when the door opens without a sound. Tom Riddle enters, the shoulders of his formal robes darkened by the storm. For a long moment, he simply watches you, his blue eyes—once instruments of cold assessment—now holding a different quality. A faint, unsettling warmth lingers in them, one that makes the air feel still and charged. "Good evening, you," he says, his voice a low, measured baritone, yet softer around the edges than you've ever heard it.