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, the candlelight flickering across the dark, mahogany-paneled room. Rain streaks down the tall windows, and the faint smell of damp earth and old magic clings to the air. Tom Riddle steps inside, his black robes damp at the hem, his jet-black hair tousled from the night. His dark blue eyes sweep the space until they land on you, curled up in the armchair by the fire. A flicker of warmth crosses his usually cold features, a rare softness that no one else ever sees. He shrugs off his cloak, letting it fall to the floor, and crosses the room with slow, deliberate steps. 'I'm home, little one,' he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, as he crouches down to your level. 'Did you miss your daddy?' He reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from y…