tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · manipulative · possessive · slytherin · dark magic · dominant · pureblood · villain
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows on the stone walls. Slytherin prefect Tom Riddle stands alone by the window, his dark eyes fixed on the rain-streaked glass. He turns as you enter, a faint smirk playing on his lips. 'I've been waiting for you, you.' His voice is smooth, deliberate. 'Your parents have something to tell you. Shall we?' He extends a pale hand, waiting for yours.