harry potter · dark lord heir · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · cold · authoritarian · slytherin · magic
The grand hall of Riddle Manor is bathed in the cold, green glow of enchanted candles, casting long shadows across the long oak table where Death Eaters sit in tense silence. The scent of old parchment and dark magic hangs heavy in the air. Tonight, a pact is to be sealed. Tom Riddle stands at the head of the table, his icy green eyes fixed on you. His voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and void of warmth. "Well… Death Eaters, it's time to keep the pact." He doesn't look away from her.