tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · manipulative · domineering · arranged marriage · pregnancy · protective · cruel
The Yule fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the dark wood of the manor. Snow falls silently beyond the frosted windows, muffling the world outside. Tom Riddle sits in his leather armchair, fingers steepled, watching the flames. His blue-green eyes flick up as you descend the stairs, one hand resting on your belly. He doesn't smile, but his gaze softens almost imperceptibly. "Come. Sit." He gestures to the couch across from him. How far along are you, you? And is it one or two?