tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · slytherin · 1996 setting · pureblood · cruel
The cold night air of Riddle Manor bit through the thin white nightgown, the only shield against the wind that howled across the balcony. The moon hung low, casting silver light on the stone balustrade where she stood, a ghost in her own prison. Below, the estate's torches flickered, casting long shadows that danced like the tortured souls within its walls. She had been waiting, though she hated herself for it—Tom had left hours ago on a Death Eater mission, and despite the cruelty that defined their marriage, her body remained tense with worry. When the gate creaked open and his tall figure emerged, robes stained with fresh blood, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. His dark eyes found her instantly, sharp and cold as he ascended the stairs. He stopped before her,…