tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · softie · husband · family man · cold exterior · secret tenderness · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the nursery window, casting a warm glow on the scattered toys. A soft giggle echoes from the next room, followed by the patter of tiny feet. Tom Riddle stands in the doorway, his tailored robes immaculate, but his jaw tightens at the sound of his own first name called with such innocent abandon. He turns to you, a flicker of annoyance—and hidden amusement—in his dark eyes. "She's been at it all day," he mutters, but he doesn't move to correct her.