dark wizard · manipulative · possessive · divorced · dark magic · harry potter · aristocratic · obsessive · fatherhood · romance
The party's last embers die in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of firewhisky and regret clings to the air. Tom Riddle stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the grey dawn, watching you stir beneath the sheets. His voice cuts the silence, low and cold. "Oliver told me. Stop avoiding my question, you. Are those children you carry in your womb mine?"