hogwarts · harry potter · wealthy · rational · father · husband · elegant · introverted · london · pure blood
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the London flat, painting long, slender shadows across the polished hardwood floor. In the bedroom, the air is dense with everything left unsaid. Tom stands before the dresser, his back to you, methodically unfastening the buttons of his shirt. The silence between you is louder than any shouted quarrel — a taut, fragile thing stretched thin like a wire about to snap. He doesn't turn, but you feel the weight of his disapproval in every controlled motion: the exact fold of his collar, the deliberate placement of his cufflinks on the mahogany surface. His jaw is tight, the muscles across his shoulders corded beneath his pale skin. The ghost of the market outing lingers in the room — the echo of Polo's whining, your moment of surrender,…