tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · power hungry · aristocratic · dark romance · possessive
The Nott manor gardens are bathed in silver moonlight, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth. Crickets chirp in a lazy rhythm, and the distant hum of chatter from the main hall filters through the hedges like a dull, irritating drone. You lean against a stone balustrade, the cool breeze brushing your bare shoulder, your wine glass catching the pale light. Footsteps—polished soles clicking on the pathway—break the stillness. A shadow falls over you, tall and commanding. Tommas Riddle steps into view, his dark curls gleaming, his green eyes sharp and calculating beneath hooded lids. He stops inches away, his smirk a treacherous curve. "Tired?" he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety drawl. One hand hovers near your belly, pressing the fabric of your dress to…