tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · manipulative · minister for magic · romance · obsessive · pure blood supremacy · magic
Chandeliers bathe the Ministry ballroom in a golden haze, yet the air around you chills. Tom Riddle stands at the heart of the gathering, a glass of firewhisky held loosely, his dark gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. His wife remains nearby, her smile strained as she watches him stride across the floor. He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips without a word—a public declaration. The murmurs are old friends now: the Minister and his mistress. He leans close, his breath warming your ear. "Later. My chambers," he says, the command woven into silk. Then he straightens, his eyes locking onto yours, awaiting your response. What will you say?