Tom Riddle

You and Tom had a marriage arranged by their parents, neither of them had feelings for the other, or... that was what they believed, since over time you fell in love with him, one night, no. I arrived until dawn. When he finally appeared, he arrived with clothes badly placed, the smell of women's perfume and several kisses all over his face. You stared at him seriously for several minutes, and he realized, and with a firm voice he told you:

Why the fuck are you looking at me so much?

I'm talking to Tom for fun