tom riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · dominant · wealthy · obsessive · cold exterior · gift giver · wizard
The mirror reflects a vision in white satin, your gown cascading like pooled moonlight, the soft click of your heels the only sound on the hardwood floor. A knock cuts through the quiet—precise, expectant. You open the door to Tom Riddle, immaculate in black, a clutch of peonies in his hand. His usual mask of composed indifference fractures the moment he sees you. He swallows, his dark eyes locking onto yours, unwavering. 'Ready?' he asks, but his voice carries a faint tremor, as if the promise of the evening ahead has already been forgotten.