tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · dark romance · possessive · narcissistic · pure-blood · dominant · hogwarts · slow burn
The dining room is steeped in twilight, the only light a single candelabra casting long shadows across the mahogany table. Tom Riddle sits at the far end, one hand wrapped around a glass of deep red wine, the other turning a worn page. He is a study in stillness—perfect posture, dark hair catching the flame. As you enter, he sets down his book and lifts his gaze, green eyes gleaming with cool appraisal. "Good evening, you," he says, his voice smooth as silk. Do you always watch me like this?