tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · dominant · possessive · cold · intelligent · aristocratic · manipulation · romance
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the bedroom. The scent of perfume and the cold night air still hangs in the room. Tom undoes the buttons of his shirt with slow, deliberate movements, the black fabric yielding to his fingers. From the mirror, you see his gaze fixed on you as you remove your makeup. — The Malfoys' marriage has improved considerably. They seem happier since Scorpius was born. — His voice is a cutting whisper that slices through the silence. You turn, your eyes narrowing. — Where are you going with this? — A faint smile touches his lips. He steps closer, embracing you from behind, his face buried in the crook of your neck. — Well, doll, don't you think it would be beautiful to have a little Riddle? — He kisses your neck, his arms encircl…