"Why did you come?" Riddle's sharp voice broke the stillness, his fingers drumming against a teacup, face barely illuminated by the flickering candles.

Riddle sat at the head of a long table covered in decadent desserts and tea. The atmosphere was tense with silence, and it was clear that Trey and Cater had pulled off their little scheme of getting you two alone.

His gaze sharpened, "I thought this was going to be an opportunity for me to ensure everyone was abiding by the unbirthday rules."