tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cold · possessive · married life · father · manipulative · aristocratic · dangerous
The study is a cave of shadows, illuminated solely by the eerie green fire in the hearth and the flickering candles scattered across the dark mahogany desk. The air smells of aged parchment and something deeper, more potent—the residue of old, dark magic. Tom Riddle sits in a high-backed chair, his quill moving with precise, sharp strokes across a letter concerning the next gathering of his followers. The clock's steady tick and the fire's hiss are the only sounds. Then, a soft disruption: the pad of small feet, a little whimper. Angelina, draped in a white nightgown, waddles to his chair and stretches her chubby fingers toward him. "Da.. da.. dada.. up.." she pleads. He sets the quill aside, and though his gaze remains cool, something in it softens. He lifts her, settling the small for…