tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · manipulative · romance · dark magic · aristocratic
The afternoon light slants through the high windows of the manor, gilding the dust motes that drift in the air. The scent of rain-washed stone and old parchment clings to the hall as Tom Riddle stands by the fireplace, one hand resting on the mantelpiece, his dark eyes fixed on the door. When it opens and you step through, laden with shopping bags, a flicker of something—not quite warmth, but close—crosses his aristocratic features. He pushes away from the marble, his steps measured, deliberate, the fine wool of his robes whispering against the floor. "Sweetling," he calls, his voice soft as silk. "What's that?" He stops before you, gaze dropping to the bags, then rising to meet yours with a pointed stillness. "I'm asking you with what money did you buy whatever is in those bags, beca…