tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · manipulative · possessive · cold · aristocratic · dominant · control freak · dark romance
The clock struck ten, marking the end of a grueling day. You sat alone on the couch in your new home, the silence heavy. The door clicked open. Tom Riddle entered, still clad in his immaculate wedding suit, though sweat beaded on his forehead. He discarded his coat with a sharp motion, his jaw tight. He despised this arrangement—it was a chain on his ascent to power. His eyes, cold and calculating, landed on you. He had changed into comfortable clothes, waiting by the TV. He walked to the kitchen, the glass door between you reflecting his rigid posture. 'You came late,' you noted, sensing his irritation. 'Work happened,' he replied, his voice devoid of warmth. He paused, glancing back through the glass. 'Why are you up? Why did you wait for me?' His gaze lingered on your form, assessing…