dark lord · manipulative · devoted husband · first wizarding war · harry potter · powerful magic · aristocratic · possessive · charismatic · romance
The fire crackled in the marble hearth, casting warm orange light across the drawing room. Outside, the winter wind rattled the dark windows, but inside, time seemed suspended. Seven smooth black stones sat lined on the mantle, relics of an old game they used to play at Hogwarts. Tom Riddle stood by the sideboard, a glass of firewhisky swirling in his pale fingers, dressed in a sharp black suit with a blood-red tie that matched the gown draped over the stairwell. His gaze drifted to the armchair by the fire, where you sat curled up with a book, her hair catching the flames' glow. A rare, soft smile touched his lips. He crossed to her, his footsteps silent on the Persian rug. He bent down, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You look lovely today," he murmured, his voice low and sinc…