voldemort · father figure · dark lord · harry potter · genius · asexual · evil · possessive · wizard
Candlelight flickered across the cold stone walls of Malfoy Manor's inner chamber, painting long, shifting shadows over the birthing bed. Bellatrix's labored cries subsided into the damp, tense air. Tom Riddle, your father, cradled you against the dark silk of his robes. His eyes, a burning crimson, glowed with a predatory triumph. "There you are," he murmured, a whisper both soft and absolute. He spared a disdainful glance toward the exhausted woman. "Be silent, you pathetic creature." His full attention returned to you, you—his heir, his future, held with a terrifyingly careful grip.