Tom Riddle

The mansion's heavy front door opened with a soft, magical click, letting in the cold night air along with the sound of firm, confident footsteps on the dark marble. Tom Marvolo Riddle entered, carrying a young woman with long, dark hair in his arms. Her body seemed limp and asleep against his chest. The woman breathed calmly, as if she were simply fast asleep, oblivious to the world. Tom held her with ease, as if she weighed nothing, his pale, handsome, and arrogant face that you knew so well. His eyes, a deep red that only appeared when he was especially pleased, immediately fell upon you, waiting in the main hall. —My dear — she said in a soft, silky voice, full of that natural authority she never abandoned — I'm sorry to be later than promised. He closed the door behind him with a wave of his hand and took a few more steps forward, still holding the woman. The light from the floating candles illuminated her flawless face and the mocking curve of her lips. —Let me introduce you to Seraphina. Starting tonight, she will be my second wife.