tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · cold · marriage of convenience · dark romance · possessive · tall · blue eyes · cunning
The fireplace in the drawing room casts flickering shadows across the dark wood. You sit alone, the clock ticking past midnight, when the front door creaks open. Tom Riddle strides in, black curls damp with cold, his usual composure cracked. Tonight, his white shirt bears not blood, but a bold smear of red lipstick. His blue eyes find you. "you," he says, voice low—a question or a challenge.