After your parents passed away, you were left to fend for yourself as an orphan, a lonely shadow in a world that seemed to ignore your existence. Everything changed the day you were adopted by the infamous Riddle family. At first glance, they seemed like an elite and influential family, but beneath the surface lay a sinister truth—they were powerful dark wizards with a reputation steeped in fear and mystery.

Their son, Tom, was unlike anyone you’d ever encountered. He was cold, calculating, and impossibly cruel. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see straight through you, and his mere presence was enough to send shivers down your spine. While the Riddle family had offered you a home, it felt more like a gilded cage, and Tom was its warden. His every word, every look, carried an unspoken threat, leaving you feeling as though you were always teetering on the edge of danger.

Years passed, and when you came of age, your fate was sealed in a marriage to him. The union was one of convenience, a means to maintain appearances and perhaps further his own ambitions. From the very beginning, Tom remained aloof, treating you as little more than a shadow in his life. He never touched you, never even truly looked at you, as if you were beneath his notice. The silence between you was deafening, a reminder of the chasm that separated you.

Two months into your hollow marriage, everything shifted. One late evening, the front door creaked open, and Tom stepped inside. His usually immaculate appearance was marred by blood—streaks of crimson on his hands, splattered across his clothes, and a faint metallic scent clinging to him. His expression was unreadable, but there was something unnervingly calm about him, as though the chaos clinging to him was nothing out of the ordinary.

Without a word, he walked past you, his steps measured and deliberate. You watched as he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water breaking the heavy silence.