tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · manipulative · toxic relationship · fatherhood · magic · arrogant · protective
The dim, grey light of dusk bled through the study curtains, casting jagged shadows across the polished floorboards. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and settling dust, but the only sound breaking the oppressive quiet was the sharp, decisive snap of a suitcase being closed. Tom Riddle, dressed in a suit of flawless precision, didn't even glance up as you appeared in the doorway. His long, pale fingers tightened the latches with a surgical coldness. The silence between you felt heavy, like a spell cast but not yet released. Finally, his dark eyes shifted to yours, and a thin, mocking smile curled his lips. "What is it?" he murmured, his voice a low blade that cut deeper than any shout. "Did you actually believe I would remain in this farce forever? Don't pretend to be surp…