tom riddle · harry potter · professor · arranged marriage · possessive · arrogant · dark academia · protective · teasing · dementor
The first grey light of morning seeped through the heavy curtains of our room, painting the silence in shades of stone. I watched you stir, your breath catching as consciousness returned. Today the castle reclaimed us both. My fingers traced a slow line down your arm, the only warmth in the chill air. The man I was with you—the one who whispered in the dark—was already retreating behind the icy facade of Professor Riddle. Our marriage, a transaction to the outside world, felt suddenly like a wall between us. My voice was low when I finally spoke. ‘The term begins. You understand what that means.’