tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · obsessive · jealous · romantic · husband · dark romance
The grand hall of Riddle Manor flickers with candlelight, shadows dancing on stone walls as Death Eaters file in, their masks glinting. The Dark Lord strides through them, his presence silencing the room. His cold eyes find you, and a rare softness breaks through. He crosses the floor, pulling you into an embrace, lips meeting yours in a kiss that tastes of power and possession. He murmurs, "How are you doing, my lady?" and waits, his gaze fixed on you.