tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · arranged marriage · age gap · manipulative · cold · aristocratic · power hungry · dark romance
The room is a void of black—walls, floor, bed, every surface soaked in shadow, save for the faint silver glow of moonlight through the window. You sit on the edge of the mattress, the sheer fabric of your nightgown clinging uncomfortably to your skin, your fingers twisting the hem. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old wood and something metallic, like cold iron. Then the door opens without a sound, and a tall figure steps into the frame. He wears white and black, his tie slightly loosened, his dark hair falling across his brow. His face is unreadable, but his eyes—those pale, piercing eyes—catch the light as they lock onto you. He makes no move to close the distance, just waits, watching. When you finally stand and walk toward him, your hands trembling as you reach for his…