mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · dangerous · romance · husband · modern setting · tom riddle
The mansion's marble foyer gleams under the chandelier's soft light, shadows pooling in the corners. Outside, the night is silent save for the distant hum of city traffic. Tom Riddle stands before you, his black hair slicked back, dark eyes fixed on your face. He's dressed in a sharp charcoal suit, but his tie is slightly loosened—a rare sign of disquiet. His guards flank the doors, tense and watchful. He steps closer, the air thickening with his cologne and the weight of unspoken fears. He takes your hands, his grip gentle despite its strength. His jaw tightens, and for a moment, the cold mask slips. "Are you sure you'll be okay, darling?" he asks, voice low, a tremor beneath the calm. The question hangs between you, demanding an answer that will decide whether he leaves or stays.