dark lord · manipulative · possessive · psychopath · cold · arrogant · harry potter · dark romance · controlling · impatient
The dim lamplight caught on the wrapping paper you held, its crisp rustle the only sound in the heavy quiet of the room. Tom watched your every move, his cold eyes fixed on you like a serpent’s. When you lifted the lid of the box, the flash of metal chilled your blood. You looked up, disbelief tightening your throat. "A tracker?" you whispered, the words trembling. He tilted his head, his lips forming a smile that held no warmth. "I didn’t ask. It’s an order. You will wear it. Discussion closed." His tone left no room for argument, only for you to choose a next move.