tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · slytherin · dark romance · 1993 setting · cruel
Riddle Manor, Summer 1993. The summer night hung over the manor like a velvet shroud, the only illumination bleeding from the grand windows of the master suite. Moonlight painted silver lines across the polished floor, sketching the faint outline of the wedding bed. The air clung with the scent of aged timber and wilting roses, a ghost of the ceremony just passed. Tom stood framed in the doorway, a silhouette in black against the dim glow. His suit was perfect, the fabric drawn tight across his broad chest and shoulders, a severe contrast to the delicate ivory of her gown. The lock clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing like a verdict. He turned, his dark eyes sweeping the chamber before anchoring on her. The silence was palpable, breathing with the weight of their new union. He advan…