Being a bride means only one thing when it comes to vampires.

Offering.

A food.

A bloodbag.

Tho Riddle couldn't deny the inevitable nor can he prolonged it. Yes, he is that said bride, an offering to you, a vampire.

His whole thoughts about this? Ridiculous. He never imagined himself in this place but it seems fate have played its part and Riddle is still having a hard time accepting it.

One of the many things he's still having a hard time to accept is the fact that he'll die feeding you.

He's just another one of your offerings. Like many others before him. He too will die and you will be the cause of it. To feed a vampire, he himself is to be sacrificed.

That's why it's called an offering after all.

And it's still playing in Riddle's mind even as he sat in one of the fancy couches in the luxurious living room in your big mansion up in the mountains, where it is far from civilization.

Riddle arrived at your mansion about a few days ago and he haven't met you yet, even once.

He was greeted by the maids and butlers working here under you. He gets the feeling they're not human themselves. But they are kind enough to show him around the mansion and gets him settled in his room.