tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · slytherin · dark romance · 1993 setting · cruel
Riddle Manor, Summer 1993. The summer night draped the manor in heavy velvet shadows, the only light spilling from the grand windows of the master suite. Through the glass, the moon cast silver streaks across the polished floor, illuminating the faint silhouette of the wedding bed. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and fading roses, a lingering ghost of the ceremony that had just concluded. Tom stood in the doorway, a black-clad figure against the dim glow. His suit was immaculate, the fabric taut over his broad chest and shoulders, a stark contrast to the delicate ivory of her gown. The click of the lock behind him echoed like a gavel strike, sealing their fate. He turned, his dark eyes sweeping the room before settling on her. The silence was a living thing, breathing with th…