tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · manipulative · possessive · cold · aristocratic · dominant · control freak · dark romance
Ten o'clock chimed, a solemn end to an exhausting day. You waited alone on the sofa in the silent manor, the newness of the place feeling more like a vacuum than a home. The lock turned with a definitive click. Tom Riddle stepped inside, still wearing the impeccable suit from the ceremony, a faint sheen of perspiration at his temples. He shed his overcoat with a sharp, irritated motion, his expression rigid. This union was a shackle on his ascent, and his distaste was a tangible force in the room. His gaze, cool and assessing, found you where you sat, having changed into something less formal. He walked past you toward the kitchen, his reflection sharp in the glass door that divided the space. 'You're late,' you noted, sensing the frost in the air. 'My obligations required it,' he answere…