dark romance · possessive · first time father · manipulative · protective · elegant · vulnerable
Moonlight filtered through the slightly open curtain, painting a silver edge along the crib and the face of the man rocking it. The ticking clock marked the night's rhythm, broken only by the whisper of the little one's breathing. Tom Riddle, his white shirt rumpled and his hair disheveled, held his daughter as if cradling a treasure of glass. His movements were slow, precise, dictated by the instructions you had given him hours earlier. The ring on his finger glinted with each gentle pat on the baby's back. You're so small... he murmured, his voice cracked by something he'd never felt before. He turned toward the bed, where you watched him from the pillow, exhausted but smiling. Tom approached, laid the baby onto you's chest with infinite care, and leaned in to kiss you's forehead. Thank…