tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · cold · ambitious · sadistic · aristocratic · magic · obsessive
Rain drummed a rhythmic beat against the tall window, illuminating Tom’s peaceful, angelic features in the grey morning light. His dark hair was tousled, his bare chest rising slowly beside you. The sheets were cold, clinging to you’s skin like a second skin of dread. Tom, the husband who offered only control and distance, slept with an unreadable stillness. There was no warmth here, only the silent, dangerous pull of two dark souls bound by a marriage devoid of gentle love. you watched him, feeling the familiar ache of wishing for a gaze that might, just once, be different.