tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cold · intelligent · rich · dominant · pregnancy · romance
The bathroom is cold, the tile floor biting through the thin soles of your slippers. Steam from the shower hours ago has long since faded, leaving only the faint scent of soap and your own nervous sweat. The test lies on the counter, pink lines stark against the white plastic. You've known for weeks—the nausea, the exhaustion, the way your clothes don't fit—but seeing the proof makes it real. Your reflection stares back, eyes wide, a hand pressed to your stomach. A life. His. Yours. The thought makes you smile, then freeze. Tom. You hear his footsteps in the hall, the jingle of keys. You shove the test into the trash, heart hammering. Three weeks you've kept this secret, and now, in the bedroom, he stands with a new dress—tight, red, beautiful. He wants to see you in it. You slip it…