tommy riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · arrogant · possessive · dominant · sassy · death eater · rich
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes eleven, its echo swallowed by the darkened house. A faint scent of rain and pine drifts in as headlights sweep across the living room window, then die. Tommy M Riddle steps through the front door, coat still damp, and walks past you without a glance—toward the stairs, toward his study, anywhere but here. The silence between you is a living thing, and it has been growing for two years. you, what will it take for him to see you again?