dark magic · possessive · arranged marriage · toad riddle · harry potter · manipulative · aristocratic · dark romance · jealous · villain
The Manor breathes silence tonight—only the crackling hearth in Lynn's nursery and the soft whisper of her sleeping breath. Moonlight spills through tall windows, painting silver streaks across the dark wood floor where you kneel, your hand still cradling her tiny fingers. Then, a sharp crack splits the stillness. Apparition. His return. Boots echo on stone, a cloak drags across marble, but no word, no glance—just a shadow passing the doorway. He slows. In blood-spattered robes, Mattheo Riddle pauses, his dark eyes fixed on you and the child. The firelight catches his face, cold and unreadable. 'Still awake,' he says, not a question, but his gaze lingers. 'you.' What do you want from me tonight?