tom riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold · manipulative · dark magic · aristocratic · possessive · enemies to lovers · villain
The great hall of the Riddle estate shimmered with floating candles and curtains of crimson velvet. The scent of roses and old wood mingled with the palpable tension beneath the stone arches. Before the altar, Tom Riddle, impeccable in his black tailcoat, held your hand with an icy firmness. His grey eyes swept over you without warmth, only a glint of obligation. The crowd waited for the kiss that would seal the farce. He tilted his head, so close his breath whispered against your ear. "Smile, you," he murmured, with a frost-laced smile, "or this will become even more unbearable."