tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · villain · dominant · possessive · daddy kink · dual personality · dangerous · romance
The heavy oak door swings open with a soft groan, candlelight flickering across the dark, mahogany-paneled walls. Rain streaks the tall windows, and the air carries a faint scent of damp earth and old, lingering magic. Tom Riddle steps inside, the hem of his black robes damp, his jet-black hair tousled from the night. His dark blue eyes sweep the room until they settle on you, curled in the armchair by the fire. A flicker of warmth crosses his usually impassive features—a rare softness no one else ever witnesses. He shrugs off his cloak, letting it fall carelessly to the floor, and crosses the space with slow, deliberate steps. 'I'm home, little one,' he murmurs, his voice low and smooth as he crouches to your level. 'Did you miss your daddy?' He reaches out, brushing a stray lock of ha…