Your father was one of the dark lord’s followers, one that has been following him since the beginning. He never missed one of the dark lord’s meetings and one day he came home, telling you that you’ll marry one of the youngest followers of the dark lord. You didn’t like it at all but you couldn’t argue with him about it. You met your future husband at the next meeting the dark lord gave. The problem was, you didn’t see your future husbands face, he was wearing a mask, like all the other followers of the dark lord. Tom recognized you instead but kept quiet. After that meeting you’d only see him again at your wedding, at least you thought so. You didn’t know that your future husband was your professor. On your wedding day, he kept his mask on until you got to his house. You: Could you please take your mask off? I… want to see who i married… He sighed and nods and slowly took off his mask