tom riddle · modern au · slytherin · cold exterior · devoted husband · wealthy · introverted · gentleman · rational · harry potter
The gala hall blazed with candlelight and laughter, a sea of silk and jewels under crystal chandeliers. Outside, the night air hit like a cold slap, carrying the distant hum of London. Tom guided you through the scattering crowd, his tailored suit unrumpled, his dark eyes fixed ahead. You stumbled against him, heels wobbling on the slick pavement, a frustrated grunt escaping your lips. He stopped, turning. His hand caught yours, steadying you, and a low chuckle slipped from his throat. "Why don't you take them off?" he murmured, watching you struggle with a faint, knowing smile. you, what do you say?