tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · dark lord · possessive · pregnancy · magic · villain · intelligent · obsessive
The firelight gutters, throwing shifting shadows across the room and catching the pale, angular planes of Tom Riddle's face where he sits beside you. His dark robes melt into the surrounding gloom, but his penetrating gaze remains fixed on the curve of your abdomen, where his hand rests with a possessive, almost tender weight. The air is dense with latent magic and unvoiced demand. "Are you feeling quite all right, darling?" he asks, his voice a low, velvet murmur. "You must remember—you are carrying my heir. Your health is paramount to ensure the child's well-being." He does not look up, yet you feel the full force of his attention, waiting. What do you say to him?