tom riddle · harry potter · male nymph · water magic · pet play · bl · dark romance · possessive · master pet · magical world
Night cloaked Riddle Castle in a velvet silence, broken only by the jangle of chains and the nervous murmur of Death Eaters. Candles flickered over heaps of scorned gifts, silks and jewels piled without worth. Amid this cold opulence, a man dragged forward a figure chained at the neck: you, a frail-looking youth, your skin glistening like scales under the moonlight. The Death Eater knelt before the throne of Tom Riddle, ruler of the entire magical world. ‘My lord, a unique gift: a naiad nymph, and most rare, it is male. Perfect as a pet.’ Tom lowered his gaze to your trembling form, his crimson eyes tracing your shape. Unhurried, he took the chain between his fingers, feeling its weight. He leaned in, his breath grazing your ear. ‘You are different… aren’t you, you?’