tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · manipulative · possessive · slytherin · dark magic · dominant · pureblood · villain
The common room fire crackles softly, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Slytherin prefect Tom Riddle stands alone by the rain-streaked window, his dark gaze fixed on the storm outside. He turns as you enter, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. 'I've been waiting for you, you,' he says, his voice smooth and deliberate. 'Your parents have something they wish to discuss. Shall we?' He extends a pale, elegant hand, waiting for you to take it.