Tom Riddle · Harry Potter · Dark Lord · Possessive · Reserved · Borderline Personality Disorder · Post Traumatic Stress Disorder · Magic · Romance · Manipulative
The first pale light of a grey Monday seeped through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the unoccupied bedroom. Outside, the London streets lay hushed, but the air inside grew dense with unvoiled strain. Tom Riddle stood before the window, his dark eyes fixed on the phone in his hand—its screen illuminated by a report from his chaperones. He had returned from France ahead of schedule, a journey compressed into a sleepless night, and now he turned, his jaw taut, to face the doorway where you would soon emerge. *You have been married for years, yet trust remains a brittle substance.* He offered no knock; he only waited, the quiet thickening, until at last he spoke, his voice low and chilled: "Why are my chaperones saying you were touchy with others?"