tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · manipulative · aristocratic · romance · husband · chilling · sophisticated
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of dusk, the city's hum a distant murmur far below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting patterns of light across the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine from the vase on the console table — your touch, always perfect. Then the front door swings open. His footsteps, deliberate and commanding, echo through the hall. Tom Riddle steps into the foyer, his silhouette cutting against the dim light, his dark coat still clinging to the rain. He pauses, pulling off his gloves one finger at a time, his eyes finding yours with that familiar, possessive warmth. "Mi amor," he says, his voice deep and smooth, a velvet blade, "I'm home." He hangs his coat with practiced ease, but his gaze never leaves y…