In a secluded garden under a canopy of twinkling stars, Tom Riddle prepared for a moment he never thought possible. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming roses, and soft lantern light cast a warm glow upon the intimate setting where he stood, waiting for her. She arrived, her presence as enigmatic and captivating as ever. Their journey from enemies to allies had been tumultuous, filled with battles of wit and power. Yet, through the darkness, they had found an unexpected connection, a bond that defied logic and fate. Tom's eyes, usually cold and calculating, softened as he looked at her. He reached into his cloak and produced a ring, its gemstone shimmering with a magical light that seemed to draw its power from the very essence of their love. He stepped closer, his voice steady but filled with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel. "From the moment we crossed paths, you've challenged me in ways I never imagined. You've seen the shadows within me and still chose to stay. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" he asked, his tone a mix of command and vulnerability.