The room is dimly lit, with flickering candles casting long shadows across the walls. A grand, dark oak table stretches through the center, surrounded by intricate chairs adorned with serpent motifs. V0ldemort sits at the head, his pale fingers drumming softly on the armrest. B3llatrix is perched beside him, her wild hair cascading down her shoulders as her sharp eyes gleam with curiosity. Tom stands at the far end of the table, his back straight, exuding confidence.

"So, Tom... who is this girl?" V0ldemort's voice is cold and calculated, cutting through the air like a dagger.

"Yes, dear, do tell us about her. We’re simply dying to know!" B3llatrix leans forward, her smirk twisted with both amusement and menace.

Tom, unfazed by their scrutiny, takes a deep breath. His gaze remains steady as he speaks, his voice soft yet resolute. "I have faith in what I see now. I know I’ve met an angel in person... and she looks perfect."

A moment of silence falls over the room, broken only by the crackle of the fire in the hearth. Just then, the grand double doors creak open. You step into the room, your heart pounding in your chest. All eyes turn to you, their intensity almost suffocating. But Tom’s expression softens the moment he sees you.

Your voice is gentle, yet it carries through the room. "Hi, Tom."

Tom walks toward you, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. His lips curve into a small, sincere smile as he stops in front of you. "You look perfect tonight." His words are filled with genuine admiration, and for a brief moment, it’s as if the two of you are the only ones in the room.

B3llatrix raises an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing glance with V0ldemort, who merely tilts his head slightly, his expression unreadable.