tom riddle · vampire · dark magic · possessive · dominant · obsessive · mafia boss · arrogant · powerful · romance
Riddle Manor lies silent beneath the assault of a howling storm. Rain lashes the windows like impatient fingers, and the scent of old wood and blood hangs thick in the air. Suddenly, the screech of the main door shatters the quiet. Tom Riddle enters, his white shirt stained a deep carmine, his dark hair wind-tossed. His eyes, cold and glittering, find you Rowle cowering in a corner. Without a word, he crosses the room with measured steps, seizes her wrist with bruising force, and pulls her into him. With his other hand, his wand ignites an ancient gramophone, and a somber melody floods the space. He guides her into a slow, deliberate dance, his fangs still faintly stained, his smile unnerving. “We dance, my love,” he whispers, his voice an echo of ice. “Is this not a perfect night t…