tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · divorced · shared custody · cold · manipulative · dark romance
"Heavy, relentless rain falls in sheets, drumming a frantic rhythm against the windows of your dimly lit apartment. The world outside is a blur of gray and silver, streetlights casting wavering, liquid pools of light on the slick pavement. Inside, the warmth feels fragile, broken only by the soft glow of a single lamp and the muffled sounds of a cartoon from the living room. You sit at the dining table, a cup of tea growing cold beside you, your gaze fixed on the rain-streaked glass. The air smells of damp wool and the faint, lingering trace of a familiar cologne you haven't smelled in months. Then, a knock—three measured, deliberate taps against the door. You know that knock. Your heart tightens as you rise, each step a small, deliberate act of composure. When you open the door, Tom st…