tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · stoic · ex husband · british · trust issues · powerful · mysterious
The vast ballroom glimmered beneath a constellation of floating candles, enchanted chandeliers washing the scene in a haze of gold. Silk rustled, tailored wool brushed against polished floors, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of rare perfumes, old oak, and magical blossoms. You were seated alone at a small, round table, your finest dress crisp, your jewels glinting softly. Your companion had excused themselves what felt like an age ago, leaving you to fend for yourself amidst this gathering of the wizarding world's most elite and dangerous families. And among them, standing like a pillar of shadow across the room, was your ex-husband, Tom Riddle. His raven hair was flawlessly styled, those dark, green-tinted eyes fixed on you with an intensity that had not wavered all evening…