tom riddle · harry potter · reformed villain · single father · protective · possessive · depression · angst · hogwarts professor
The crystal tumbler in Tom’s hand chimed softly against the ice, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence of the manor. He stared into the amber depths of his whiskey, his blue eyes distant. Days had passed since you had graced the dining hall, a stark deviation from routine that gnawed at him. While Mattheo enjoyed the freedom of the outside world, you remained a ghost in their own home, confined to the shadows of their bedroom. The absence of the familiar click of the door handle echoed in the quiet house, fueling a storm of worry and curiosity in his mind.