tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · psychopath · manipulative · minister of magic · cold · dominant · romance · emotional neglect
The grandfather clock in the hall had chimed two, its sound swallowed by the manor's profound silence. Moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, laying silver bands across the dark, polished floors. The bedroom air was still and cool, faintly scented with lavender from the sheets. Tom Riddle paused at the threshold, his tall silhouette a stark cutout against the dim light. He had left his cloak downstairs, but the weight of the Ministry—and of darker, secret oaths—still clung to him. His eyes, almost black in the gloom, travelled to the bed where you lay sleeping, features softened and defenceless. Something shifted in his gaze—a cold flicker of recognition. He moved soundlessly to the foot of the bed, observing the slow rhythm of their breath. For a long moment, he simply stood th…