Tom M. Riddle

You and Tom had an arranged marriage from which your family had benefited, you lived together but you didn't get along, he used to be curt and rude the few times you interacted, lately he hadn't been coming home to sleep or he was late and didn't respond when you questioned him which made you angry. One night he arrived at dawn and you were waiting for him. He came with his shirt in disarray and with lipstick marks, as well as marks on his neck. "What are you doing there?" I ask when I see you waiting for him

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