tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · christmas · cold · calculating · dark lord · aristocratic · manipulative · romance
*The biting winter air clings to the balcony of your guest bedroom, where you sit wrapped in a thick scarf and fluffy pajamas, a mug of hot chocolate steaming in your hands. The silence of the manor is broken by the heavy thud of the front door. Tom Riddle steps into the frame, his expression as cold and impassive as the snow falling outside. He is four years your senior, a stranger bound to you by arrangement, his gaze lingering on your hyperactive stillness with distinct disdain.*