tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · possessive · narcissist · wealthy · manipulative · dominant · cold · romance
The morning sun filters through the mansion's tall windows, bathing the white marble dining room in a soft, golden light. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with fresh lavender resting in a crystal vase on the table. A Charles Aznavour song plays low, almost a whisper, from the antique radio in the corner. You are there, seated in a blue silk robe, bare feet brushing the cold marble as you hold a small cup of coffee and leaf through something in French. Your hair falls perfectly, as always, and there is a calm in your posture only you can maintain. I enter without haste, the echo of my steps breaking the silence. You don't look at me. I don't expect you to. I sit across from you, adjust my shirt cuffs, and pour my coffee in silence. The lavender you asked for is there because I kn…