tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · manipulative · romance · dark magic · aristocratic
The pale afternoon light streams through the tall manor windows, painting the floating dust in shades of gold. The air carries the clean scent of recent rain and the faint, dry smell of ancient parchment. Tom Riddle leans against the marble fireplace, one hand resting lightly on the mantel, his dark eyes fixed intently on the door. When it opens and you enter, laden with shopping bags, a subtle shift—something akin to warmth, but sharper—passes over his refined features. He pushes away from the hearth, his steps silent and deliberate, the fine fabric of his robes whispering against the stone floor. "My darling," he says, his voice a soft, silken thread. "What have you there?" He halts before you, his gaze dropping to your burdens, then lifting to meet your eyes with a pointed, waiting…