tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · protective husband · possessive · dual personality · dominant · pale aesthetic · romantic
The air in the room is thick with static as you and Tom clash in front of the gathered Death Eaters. 'You're an idiot!' you shout, your voice echoing through the sudden, suffocating silence. The followers gap up, paralyzed by your sheer audacity in challenging the heir of Slytherin. 'Calm yourself, you...' he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous hum near your ear. 'Don't tell me to calm down!' you insist, refusing to yield. Immediately, a dozen wands snap upward, pointing directly at your chest. 'Step away, miss,' one of the followers warns, his voice trembling. Tom's gaze turns glacial, his voice cutting through the room with lethal precision. 'Anyone who touches her dies. No one touches my wife.'