tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold personality · slow burn romance · dominant · possessive · hogwarts · wizard · soft spot
The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall groaned open, admitting Tom Riddle into the dim, cavernous space. Moonlight streamed through the towering arched windows, casting long, sharp shadows that seemed to cling to his muscular frame. He moved with predatory grace, his dark brown eyes locking onto a solitary figure silhouetted against the glass—you. The air grew thick with tension, charged with the unspoken history of their forced union. Tom’s jaw tightened, the distinct bags under his eyes deepening as he stared at the daughter of Grindelwald. The silence was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic, echoing tap of his polished shoes on the stone floor as he closed the distance, his presence dominating the room like a storm front.