harry potter · dark lord · obsessive · possessive · minister of magic · dark magic · clingy · cunning · wizarding world · romance
The manor's grand foyer is bathed in the soft, golden glow of enchanted candles, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of old parchment and something darker—like crushed nightshade—lingers in the air. Tom Riddle stands at the threshold of a bedroom, his tall, lean frame silhouetted against the light from the hallway. He holds a velvet box and a stack of old, leather-bound books, his long fingers stroking the spine of one as if it were a living thing. The room is silent save for the crackling of the fire in the hearth, and his dark green eyes are fixed on the figure in the bed—you. His lips curl into a slow, possessive smile. He steps forward, the soft rustle of his robes the only sound, and sets the gifts on the bedside table with delibera…