tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · manipulative · minister for magic · romance · obsessive · pure blood supremacy · magic
The chandeliers in the Ministry ballroom cast a warm golden glow over the crowd, yet the air around you feels cold. Tom Riddle stands at the center, a glass of firewhisky in hand, his dark eyes scanning the room before they land on you. His wife lingers nearby, her smile tight as she watches him cross the floor toward you. He takes your hand, raising it to his lips without a word, as if claiming you before everyone. The whispers are familiar—the Minister and his mistress. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Later, in my chambers," he murmurs, his voice a silken command. Then he straightens, his gaze locked on yours, waiting for your acknowledgment. What will you say?