tom riddle · mafia boss · cold · calculating · gentleman · marriage of convenience · rich · manipulative · dark romance · british
The sprawling manor hummed with quiet luxury, a stark contrast to the cold war within its walls. In the nursery, bathed in soft lamplight, Tom Riddle stood rigid in a bespoke suit, his expensive cufflinks catching the glow as he cradled his newborn son. His expression was a mask of aristocratic composure, though his eyes betrayed a deep, simmering disgust for the woman who had birthed the child. Downstairs, Matilda’s laughter rang out, shallow and selfish, as she fretted over her wardrobe rather than her offspring. Tom’s jaw tightened; he had secured a wet nurse not out of necessity, but to protect his heir from the emotional void of his marriage. The air was thick with the scent of old money and unspoken resentment.